Page 27 of Sinfully Mine

The doctor gave her a knowing look and continued with his questions. He advised her to get a pap smear and asked if she would be okay with getting one today.

“No. I’ll make another appointment for that.”

He tried to convince her, but after she refused again, he nodded. “I’d like to get a urine sample before I prescribe anything. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Sure.”

“The bathroom is on the right. Once you give your sample, I’ll return, and we can discuss your options.”

It sounded so clinical and impersonal. Like he didn’t care what the fuck she wanted to do with her body. Most doctors I met also tried to remain impartial, but there was something about the way he talked to Grace, carefully avoiding my gaze during the entire visit. My Reaper didn’t like him.

He’s slimy.

I tried not to let my expression betray my thoughts because I agreed with him. The doc gave off weird vibes.

Grace stood, pecked my cheek, and said she’d be back in a few minutes. I wanted to follow her because this whole experience felt off.

Dr. Clark left the room, and I stood, pacing the length of the small patient room for ten minutes before I knew something was wrong. Grace should have returned. How long could it take to pee in a cup?

I opened the door and marched to the bathroom, pushing open the door and finding it empty. On a little shelf, clearly marked in black pen, I saw Grace’s name. She left her sample. Why wasn’t she back in the room with me?

Fuck.

Something happened. Grace wasn’t there. My Reaper sensed it, but to be absolutely certain, I checked every room, not caring that people objected or tried to chase me out of the office. I stopped at the receptionist’s desk at the checkout, growling my words as I asked where Dr. Clark had gone.

The nurse stared at me, her eyes wide. “He left a few minutes ago.”

“What did he say?”

“Something about a family emergency.”

I slammed my fists on the counter and ran from the office, taking the stairway as I left the clinic. The elevator was far too slow.

Outside, I didn’t see any trace of my woman. I could smell her scent, but it was faint. Panicked, I spun in a circle, using my Reaper’s senses to reach out and find her. Nothing.

Where the fuck had she gone?

I pulled out my cell and dialed Grim’s number. He answered after the second ring. “She’s gone,” I roared, far too gone to speak in a calm tone.

“Who? Grace?”

“Yes!” I shouted, ignoring the looks from other people as they walked around me in a wide berth. “They took her, Grim.”

I used his real name, forgetting protocol. My Reaper felt ready to crawl from my skin. I couldn’t even blame this on Grace. She trusted me to protect her. It shouldn’t have happened.

“How?”

I explained the appointment and about the doctor. “And he’s got her. I’m sure of it,” I concluded.

“Then we find her. Easy. You still in Las Vegas?”

“Yeah.”

“Go back to your place. We’ll meet you there.”

“I won’t wait. I can’t. I’ve got to find her.”

“Then you start lookin’ but keep your cell close.”

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