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A younger nurse comes up to reception.

“Lizzie, do you mind taking these officers to see Mr Shaw.”

“Sure, no problem.” She beams like she’s not already nine hours into her gruelling shift.

Once they step away, I snag Leo’s attention. “What was that all about?”

“Oh god, It’s so bizarre. I’m surprised you haven’t heard already. This guy came in earlier; he was an absolute mess.”

“And?” I ask, needing him to get to the point.

Leo leans over the reception desk and speaks in a hushed voice. “Well, apparently, he woke up two days ago, and his balls were missing.”

All the blood drains from my face. “Wh-what?” I stammer.

“I know, strange, right?” He said he left work late, got jumped, and couldn’t remember anything after that. He woke up in his car, groggy as shit and in immense pain down below. When he checked, he realised his balls were missing.”

Fuck.

I know full well who this is. A few days ago, Mr Shaw had a date with my scalpel.

Leo continues, “He never reported it to the police at the time. God knows why. Maybe he was embarrassed.”

“Or maybe he’s pissed off an ex,” I add, trying to make light of it.

“Hmm, I dunno. It seems like an extreme way to retaliate if you’ve been dumped. But anyways, that’s not what makes this situation weird.”

“What is it?” I ask, already knowing what he’s going to say. Knowing that the next bit of information he has is what’s probably going to get me caught.

“Whoever did the procedure did a seamless job. A professional one, even. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but whoever performed the procedure must be medically trained.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and lean against the counter to stop myself from toppling over.

“Whoever did it is a doctor, Jahmar; now, isn’t that a scary thought?”

“Yes, terrifying.”

Chapter 21

Anders

“Asoft gasp leaves my lips as Damien’s razor-sharp fangs sink into the delicate skin on my wrist. Amber eyes gaze up at me, growing glassy as he feasts. His eyelids flutter, and he groans low and deep as though he’s high—high off me. As dizziness washes over me, darkness blurs the edges of my vision. I should tell him to stop, but as my blood rushes from my body to his, my cock throbs.”

I chuckle at Jahmar’s smutty vampire book. Sounds hot, but unfortunately, it’s doing nothing for me. I picked his book up tosee if he’d added any more cute annotations, and he has.‘Blood play—must discuss this with Anders.’

Oh, hell no. Grabbing a pen, I add my own note.‘Not in this life, sunshine.’

The sound of his key in the lock floods me with excitement. I place the book on the bedside table and sit against the headboard, running a hand through my hair so it’s less wild.

I’m usually fast asleep by the time he gets back, but we’re both off work tomorrow. I was hoping we could fool around and have a bit of pillow talk before we go to sleep.

“Anders,” he calls, voice unsteady.

“In here!”

Jahmar rushes in, biting his bottom lip with a pained look in his eye.

“What’s wrong?”

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