Page 43 of Twist Me

I…meant something to Goliath?

Before I could process that fully, the door opened, and Goliath walked up to the bed I had been placed in.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. You sleep like the dead, ya know, oh, and you snore like my grandpa.”

I blushed and looked away. My mind was so incredibly exhausted, and my body was humming with whatever medication was blessedly pumping through the IV line in my arm.

“You have a sister?” I croaked. My voice was a disaster after days of unuse.

Goliath shifted on his feet, not meeting my eyes but nodding. I had never seen the big man look so childlike. So human. So…ashamed? Shy?

“What happened to the man that was with me,” I said. I knew the answer but needed to hear it out loud. “The other prisoner?”

Goliath shook his head. “Sorry, Little Lamb, he’s very dead.”

“How was he killed?”

Goliath shook his head again. “I know you are a cop. And your brain never stops. But you need to shut up and heal before trying to be anything but a patient, understand?”

I opened my mouth for a retort, but Goliath got right in my face, gently pushing me down onto the bed. “I promise when you heal, I’ll tell you all you wanna know. But right now, you look like hell, and you need to let me take care of you. I don’t know what the ever-loving fuck I am doing, so for once, can you just listen and not be a damn brat?”

I stared at his beautiful eyes. His plea astounded me. This psychopath, who’d chased me down in a hallway at my orientation, was trying to care for me when I was helpless to defend myself. Maybe he wasn’t such a monster after all.

Huffing out a breath, I sighed in defeat and stayed in bed.

Goliath’s smile was radiant and dangerous as he leaned forward,his lips trailing over mine. He kissed me tantalizingly slow as he placed his lips on my forehead and growled,“That’s my good girl.”

I hadto refrain from laughing because my body felt taped together, but it was hard as I listened to the crashing pots and pans and Goliath’s curses coming from the other room. He brought me a pitiful-looking grilled cheese sandwich. One side was limp and undercooked, while the other side left my teeth black from the charcoal texture.

“Thank you,” I said through gritted teeth. Quickly, I tried to swallow down the meal by gulping water like a fish.

The boyish smile on his face made stomaching the mess of bread and cheese worth it.

“I have played patient for a few days now, Goliath. Please tell me what happened and what’s happening in the asylum. I know it’s not good. I hear you yelling at the TV anytime a news station comes on.”

Goliath sighed and sat down on the stairs beside my bed.

“Fine. You deserve to know but fuck all good it’ll do for you to stress over it.”

“Kat, a nurse I used to…” he trailed off awkwardly.

“Had relations with?” I finished for him.

Scrunching his nose at the suggestion, he shrugged. “Sure, whatever. She turned on me. Said I basically ran off with you like it was some Romeo and Juliet shit.”

I paled. If the news was saying this, that meant….

“The police are looking for us,” he continued, sealing any doubt I may have had.

I was officially going to be fired, if not permanently stuck in Hospital Twelve for real.

Poor Munchies. I missed my cat so damn much, and this just hurt to hear. I’d worked my ass off day and night to find the connections that weren’t adding up in the triplets cases. And now, I was going to be terminated because of a scorned lover.

“They won’t find us here,” Goliath said, opening a window next to my bedside. The snow poured down, covering half the window glass as it continued to fall.

“My sister left to go do her shit at the hospital. The entire interstate has been shut down from this blizzard. No manhunt is going on in this kind of weather. Unless they wanna fuck with the Abominable Snowman, they aren’t finding shit.”

I didn’t know if the knowledge of being trapped in a cabin in a blizzard with Goliath Masters was good news or bad news. I might be better at fending off the cops than sparing off with him.

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