Page 44 of Scarred Sacrifice
He gives me a brief look. “Not now,” he states.
“You’re right. Why don’t you tell me over coffee and cake when we get home?” I mutter sarcastically.
“You always been a bitch, or is it just recently?” he snaps.
“Most of my life, but somehow, you just bring out the best in me.” I grin, then let out a hiss, forgetting about my cheek. I press my fingers to it gently, claret covering the tips of my fingers.
He walks for what feels like forever, and unable to keep awake, too weak from lack of food, my eyes become heavy as my head rests on his chest.
“Freeze!” I hear shouted. I slowly blink my eyes open. “Carefully place her down,” I hear the voice again. Nyx lowers me to the ground, and I turn to look around.
Shit, I know that voice. “Eden?” I call out.
“I got you, Mor,” she responds. “Just let me deal with him.”
“No!” I protest. “Cuff him and bring him back with us,” I order.
“Sure. Betsy, cuff him,” She instructs.
I hear footsteps approach. “Hands behind your back, and don’t try anything or you’ll be dead,” Betsy threatens.
“Betsy,” I sigh, turning to her and seeing her cuff Nyx. She grins and gives me a little wave.
“Nathaniel, you’ll need to carry Mor.” I look and see Nathaniel approach, and his face is murderous as he looks at Nyx. He bends down and scoops me up, his eyes searching my face.
“I’ve got you now,” he says softly, placing a kiss on my temple. My gaze lands on Nyx’s, and his eyes are as cold as stone as Betsy places a black cotton sack over his head.
“How areyou supposed to recover if he is cuffed in your bedroom?” Eden protests.
“I have my bed. I will recover just fine. He is cuffed the other side of the room on the couch. I can’t help that is where the pipes are. We don’t have cells here, not anymore,” I argue. They closed them up ever since I went and killed my mother’s killer. It has now been changed into a combat training room for us. He would have hated it; it’s now one of my favourite rooms.
“Do you think you can stay still while I try and stitch you up?” Clare asks, concentrating. Clare is our resident doctor. I mean, sure she was struck off, but it wasn’t her fault. Her chief got forceful on her. She grabbed the thing nearest to her, which was a scalpel, and stabbed him with it in the eye. It didn’t matter that other doctors came forward to support her. The fact that she stabbed a leading surgeon in the eye and he will never be able to perform operations again was, according to the board, more important. So, we hired her instead. She’s caring, funny, and knows how to fire a gun. All qualities we need here.
“Sorry,” I mumble, trying to not move my cheek when I talk.
“We need to know what happened, and you’re in no fit state to be interrogating him,” Bernie points out.
I widen my eyes, as if to say can we talk about this while my cheek isn’t being stitched up?
“I won’t be long. Only one more stitch and that should be it. I can’t hang around because I have a date tonight.” Clare grins as she ties off the stitch before covering it with a small piece of gauze.
“Who with? Want us to run a background check on him?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “No, I am a grown woman.”
“Fine, just be careful, and call us if you need anything.” She stands, running her fingers through her hot pink and deep purple hair. If you were to pass her in the street, you would never think she was a doctor with her tattoos, her vibrant kick ass hair, and killer heels.
“Where are you going?” Bernie asks.
“He’s taking me to Gino’s Italian,” she says as she grabs her jacket.
“Oh, nice.” Eden nods.
“Yeah, it’s my favourite place, but I’m not telling him that, just in case it’s a bad date. I don’t want him coming back to my favourite restaurant and ruining it for me.”
“Well, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I call after her as she leaves.
“So, do anything then,” she yells over her shoulder, laughing.
