Page 67 of Divine Obsession

“She suffered a lot of internal bleeding, and severe wounding to the head. She’s in surgery as we speak. We’re doing everything we can, but… It’s not looking good.”

My heart dropped and I felt my chest crack open.

“I don’t have to tell you that if she doesn’t make it, neither will you or any of the doctors or surgeons in that room.”

Sandra’s throat bobbed with a swallow. “Of course. I’ll pass on the message. Please take a seat. I’ll be back when we have an update.”

Trevor and I numbly sat down on the armchairs in the private waiting area. We didn’t speak for a full hour. While I leaned back, hugging my knees to my chest, Trevor leaned forward, forearms on his knees and staring at the floor.

When the clock hit midnight, I got up and made two cups of tea at the machine in the salon.

I placed one cup in front of him, on the glass coffee table.

He exhaled. “Natalia–”

“Drink.” My voice left no room for argument.

“Thanks,” He said after a moment, picking up the cup I made for him.

Another fifteen minutes passed and both our teas were finished.

I looked at Trevor from my spot on the armchair next to him. He was in the same hunched-over position, in deep thought.

“She’s going to be okay.”

He shook his head. “You don’t know that.”

“She’s stronger than you think.”

His lip curled, a disgusted look on his face. “I don’t understand why she has to get shit-faced drunk.All. The. Fucking. Time.”

“Trevor…”

“She won’t stop. And she won’t go to rehab. We tried isolating her for three months. She didn’t even have any of the withdrawal symptoms. Then, went right back to it the moment she left.”

A sigh left me. “You can’t take that step for her.”

“She used to say it didn’t matter. That she just wants a buzz. That I’m ruining her fun. But this was always what I was afraid of: her not being in control of herself, or her body.”

“We’ll have another talk with her when she’s recovered. Maybe this was a wake-up call.”

He scoffed. “She says she’s not addicted. That she just likes partying. Shit, maybe she does. She sure as fuck doesn’t look like an addict.”

Trevor was right. I’d been surprised when I found out Kali got drunk at every party she went to. And she went toa lotof parties. There was no sign on her appearance that she did that.

Leaning closer, I reached out and softly squeezed his shoulder. “She’s going to be okay,” I repeated my earlier words, with much more assurance.

He glanced over his shoulder at me, an undecipherable look on his face. “You sound so sure.”

“I am.”

“How?”

“I have faith in the people I love.”

The smallest smile touched his lips, and my heart felt fuller knowing I made him feel just a little bit better.

His eyes were warmer. Not icy like when he was mad. And not full of black fire like when there wastensionbetween us.

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