Page 66 of Haunted Prey

“We’ll get to that. Trust me.”

Emery glanced at my face, then to my arm which was still in a sling. “If It’s good for Eve, I’d like you to check her, make sure her injuries are healing okay.”

“How about I do both of you? I should redress yours too. I wouldn’t doubt you’ve stifled the healing process by now after leaving and exerting yourself.”

She was talking about Emery’s gunshot wounds. So she had helped him in some way.

I don’t know why that made my heart sink. Maybe because I wish it had been me. I should have been there.

Andrea slipped over to a room beside the hallway and unlocked it. As she flipped on the lights, I saw a bed with a hospital monitor in one corner.

Emery’s heavy hand slid across my back, making me shiver. “She’s just going to examine you, nothing more.” I tilted my head to him, and his eyes darkened. “I want to know what happened to your arm.” My breath hitched a little when his hand came to the back of my neck and settled there. “Will you talk to me and tell me?”

“I think I can do that.”

Smiling, he led me into the room, and I didn’t hesitate. Andrea was about to shut the door behind us when I heard Lena call out.

“W-wait, Eve.” She looked around nervously at the two at the table.

“Lena, is it?” Andrea said. “We shouldn’t be long. Leslie will behave, won’t you, Leslie?”

He shrugged as he placed a little metal box on the table and opened it, taking out some thin paper and what I assumed was weed. “I’ll be as sweet as a puppy.”

Lena didn’t look convinced.

“Lez knows if he touches her, I’ll lobotomize him with one of his knives,” Emery said, tilting his head at him. “Right, Lez?”

Lez didn’t look up at him as he rolled his joint. “No doubt. Hey, I’ll show her around…how about that? Give her a little tour.” He smirked at Lena.

“I don’t like that idea,” Lena said.

Dom tapped on the table and signed something. Lez glanced over, then sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” Dom got up and headed for the kitchen as Leslie finished rolling. Then he rose and walked over to Lena who flinched as he took a hold of her chair.

“What are you—”

“Chill, sweetheart, just bringing you over here. Dommy is being nice and making you something.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” Lena hissed as he turned her toward the table.

I took a step toward her as she glanced nervously at me. “Lena…” I started to say, not liking the idea of her alone with them.

“It’s okay,” Andrea said. I backed into Emery as she shut the door before we could argue some more. I didn’t feel right about being separated from her, but I wanted to trust them. Emery ledme into another room connected to the one with the bed. What had likely been a large storage closet was now an exam room, complete with an exam chair, cabinets, and a small sink. Bright overhead lights illuminated the space, along with a movable light positioned above the chair.

A small table for tools sat beside the chair, thankfully empty.

Still, my heart fluttered as I was led to the chair. Emery found a stool in the corner and waited there as Andrea came in front of me.

She checked my heart rate and flashed a light in my eyes, looking down my throat and in my ears. She asked me several questions, like if I was feeling sick lately or fatigued, to which I answered yes to being tired. Always tired.

“Any other symptoms?”

I shifted in the seat. “Just an ache in my side sometimes. I fell from a tree when I was…leaving the facility.”

“Severfalls,” Andrea said.

Who didn’t know about me being there at this point? Then again, they had been watching me.

“Is that why you have this sling too? Did you fall on your arm?” she asked.

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