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“Um... He’s mine.” Rebecca dipped her chin, and the nurse sidled by them, leaving them alone again.

She dropped into the chair she’d spent the night in and yawned, mind spinning with questions. Why hadn’t he healed? Why were his eyes no longer yellow? In truth, none of it mattered. He was alive. She could take him home where he could see the best doctors.

But what about Rhea? Sophia? Her coven?

One thing at a time. Simon needed to be relocated to the US. Then, she could figure out the rest. Planning gave her a sense of purpose.

She rubbed absently at her chest. Azazel had dropped her on the roof and hadn't looked back. Would she ever see him again? She shouldn’t care. Everything was twisted in her head, jumbling together.

A soft moan brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up. Simon’s dark lashes fluttered open, and amber eyes met hers.

“Rebecca?” His cracked, scratchy voice struggled over the word.

“Shhh. I’m here. You’re going to be fine.”

He blinked a few times, his eyes falling closed, but his arm lifted, hand stretching for hers. She grabbed it and squeezed.

When she’d sat by his side long enough that she was sure he wouldn’t die at any moment, she gently extricated her fingers from his and left the room in search of a phone. Hers was probably still on its charger beside her bed in Bath. Butshe could use someone’s phone to call… She stopped in the hall outside Simon’s room, leaning into the wall. Who did she have to call?

Commotion from the end of the hall made her look up as a woman in a teal suit and flashy heels strode toward her, flanked by several nurses and staff.

The group chatted animatedly as they moved past her and, to Rebecca’s horror, turned and stepped into Simon’s room. She followed them in, her mouth going slack as the woman in teal barked orders in Spanish, and everyone jumped to respond.

No one noticed her pressed against the wall as paperwork was shuffled in front of the woman. Her charcoal nails clicked the Mont Blanc pen in her hand, and she began signing.

“Excuse me,” Rebecca said.

The woman looked up, perfectly lined chocolate brown eyes narrowing on her, cataloging every stray tree branch and streak of dirt. The nurses and doctors paid no attention to Rebecca, focusing on the woman now appraising her as if she were the gum on the bottom of her shoe.

The woman was of average height, but under her scrutiny, Rebecca felt small.

When she said nothing and continued to stare, Rebecca went on, “Are you the doctor?”

Her glossy lips turned down, and in a perfect American accent, she said. “I’m Simon’s business partner.”

Chapter 15

Rebecca

Rebecca leaned back into the wall for support. “His business… partner?”

“And you must be Rebecca.” The words dripped off her tongue with such disdain that she could not doubt this woman knew whoshewas.

Rebecca swallowed. This glamorous woman couldn’t be Simon’s business partner. He’d mentioned that he worked with other attorneys at his firm, but they were stuffy old men—estate planners and financial advisors.

He’d mentioned a partner who worked in criminal law once… Her gaze dropped to the woman’s hand. No ring. Hadn’t he said it was a middle-aged married woman?

“I’m sorry. What are you doing here?”

“I’m Simon’s emergency contact. I was notified when he arrived, and I came to make arrangements for his transport to New York. Who called you?”

The bite in her voice made Rebecca’s back prickle. Who the hell did this lady think she was?

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t believe you. Simon would never make some business partner his emergency contact.”

“Oh no? And if someone called you, would you even remember who he was?”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted. She’d never expected Simon to share her secrets. “You can’t take him to New York. He’s going to North Carolina with me.”

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