Page 109 of Primal God

She’s greeting the next patient as I leave. I follow the signs in the atrium, going to the physician’s building where Dimitri’s office is. My phone rings as I step into the lift.

Thinking it’s Dimitri, I pull it out and freeze when I see Uncle Wolfe’s name flashing across the screen. His threat from last time dances across my mind. If I don’t answer, he’s going to get angry with me and there’s no telling what he’ll do.

“Hello?”

“You’re needed at my house this weekend. You and Adam need to finalize some things for the wedding.”

“I can’t.”

“Lilith—”

“Listen, I don’t give a crap what this wedding looks like. Let Adam figure it out.”

I end the call and put my phone on silent just to be safe. But I can’t stop the dread that has settled deep in my gut.

I need to talk to Dimitri.

The doors open and I find him standing there, a smile on his handsome face.

“There you are. How was therapy?”

“Good,” I manage to say.

“My office is this way.”

I’m led through a side door to what must be Dimitri’s office. It reminds me of his bedroom with the dark furniture and dark walls. The bookshelf behind his desk is filled with medical books and orthopedic sculptures of different joints in the body. There’s also a photo of the entire Santos family. I move closer, looking. It was taken before Serafina passed away. She’s holding her round stomach, smiling up at Dimitri. What really catches my attention is Diego. He’s standing behind his mother, and it’s clear he’s been crying.

“I need to have a new photo taken,” Dimitri says from behind me.

“This one is lovely. I’m sure Isadora will love to see it one day.” I point. “Why was Diego upset?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. João and I met Serafina and the twins at the studio. When we got there, they were both upset.” He sighs. “Serafina had a way of upsetting them.”

I spin, touching his arm. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Now, let’s get you into an exam room and take a look at this wrist.”

He leads me from his office, down a hallway. In the room, I sit on the exam table while he gathers some supplies. I look around while I wait. This room is decorated in blue and white. A framed photo signed by one of the most famous quarterbacks from the Dallas team hangs in the center of the wall. A jersey is on the opposite wall with Dimitri’s name.

“Is every room decorated like this one?”

Dimitri smiles as he glances at me. “Each room is a different sport, but all are Texas teams.”

“Makes sense.”

His lips twitch. “Well, and one Olympus Wrestling Federation room, thanks to Brooks. He insisted that I dedicate a room to his sport, since he gives me so much business.”

“I can see him saying that.”

Dimitri sets some items on a small silver instrument stand and wheels it next to the exam table.

“I’m going to remove the dressing and splint. It’s going to feel strange. Just try to keep your wrist as steady as possible.”

I nod my understanding. Carefully, he unwraps the dressing and removes the splint. Holy crap! He wasn’t kidding. My wrist feels like it weighs a ton and it’s hard to keep it steady. He helps by bracing it with his free hand.

“The stitches look good. Wound is healing nicely. I think we can remove these today.”

He gets to work removing the stitches, which hurts more than I expected. The area where the stitches were doesn’t look bad, but the bruising all up and down my arm does.

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