Page 69 of Possession

I raised my hand to my jaw and rubbed it. “You punched me?”

He nodded. “You were taking his hits pretty good though, so I had to put a lot of force into it, I’m sorry about that.” He smiled suggesting otherwise. “The doctor seems to think you’re fine, they scanned you when we got here, no concussion.” He swallowed. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to stop you, but I was scared as fuck, Dex, you could’ve killed him.”

“Is he hurt?”

“He’ll live.” Liam’s brown eyes darkened.

There was a knock on the hospital door and two police officers walked in.

“Oh, good, he’s awake,” one of them said.

The other smiled at me and pulled out a pad from his belt. “Just a few quick questions, we need to corroborate what the other witnesses said, no need to worry.” He nodded his head at Paige. He held out his hand. “I’m Officer Prouse, and this is Officer Stratton, Declan O’Connell?” he asked, as I took his hand and shook it.

I nodded.

“So can you tell me what happened today at The Gallery?” Officer Prouse asked and Stratton leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving me.

My arm was stiff as I ran my hand through my hair. “I can’t really remember.”

Prouse flipped through his pad of paper. “The store manager, Chandler Wilson, reported that Clark Jensen, Paige Simon’s husband, entered the property to drop off divorce papers. Mr. Wilson said he stepped into the back to give them some privacy, but heard an altercation. When he came to the store front, he said you were being attacked by her estranged spouse so he called nine-one-one.” His eyes met mine. “Any of this ringing a bell.”

Liam gave me a pointed glare. Chandler had covered my ass, but what had Clark told them? “Honestly, I don’t remember much.” I licked my cracked lip and winced.

“Do you want to press charges?” The other officer pushed off the wall as he spoke.

I shook my head. “No.” I looked at Paige and she squeezed my thigh. “It’s done.”

She nodded and I covered her hand with mine.

“Are you sure? That’s a pretty wicked shiner he gave you.” Prouse placed the pad of paper in his belt.

“I’m good. Like I said, I can’t really remember much.”

“We’ll let his attorney know. If you change your mind, here’s my card.” He placed it on the tray table. “Stay out of trouble.”

Once they left, Paige stood from her chair and sat next to me on the bed. She placed her hands on my face and gently kissed my cheek. I tried not to, but I hissed at the pressure of it, and she pulled away.

“I’m so sorry.” The wrinkle between her eyes deepened.

“It’s okay.” I lightly kissed her lips once. “You got me good,” I said to Liam and he laughed.

“You really don’t remember anything?” Paige’s brows dipped and her bottom lip trembled.

“No. I blacked out, it happens every now and then.” Just as I finished speaking, the doctor, or someone I assumed was the doctor, walked in holding an iPad. His face was stern and his white jacket made me nervous.

His eyes were lowered to the screen as he said my name.

“That’s me.”

He raised his gaze. “My name is Dr. Adams, I’m the on-call psychiatrist. I need to ask you a few questions. Would you like anyone to step out before I proceed?”

Liam’s posture straightened.

“I can leave if you want,” Paige whispered.

I kissed her cheek. “No, this is my family. Besides, they were there. I can’t really remember much.”

He hummed under his breath and tapped his finger on the iPad.

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