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The doctor watched them with crazed eyes and from the little he’d interacted with the man, Micah knew he wasn't one who could be reasoned with.
Besides, the man had taunted Teresa, and for that, he deserved what he got.
Which was why he didn't feel an ounce of regret about tossing his scalpel and watching with satisfaction as it sank into the doctor’s neck, piercing his carotid artery.
Stepping over the dying man as he dropped to the floor, Micah went straight to Teresa’s too still body. There was a bloody wound on her stomach, a line of stitches haphazardlyholding it closed, and a much smaller cut on her finger. What the hell had the doctor been playing at?
Not that it mattered, the man was dying, and the bright red gash on Teresa’s otherwise pale skin was a taunting reminder of the fact that he’d failed her all over again.
CHAPTER 10
May2nd
10:42 A.M.
She was still in shock.
Was it ever going to pass?
It wasn't like Teresa was new to the feeling of being violated, after all, she had been gang raped by four boys when she was seventeen. She knew what it was like to feel as though she were going to be ripped in two, to have something forced inside her body that she didn't want there.
But this was a different kind of violation and it hit differently.
Which sounded sort of silly.
Of course, something different hit different.
She just hadn't expected to feel this way.
When she’d first woken up, in an ambulance with Micah at her side, she’d realized that she’d been saved, and her first hope was that they’d gotten to her before the doctor could perform surgery.
That hope had fizzled out in a split second when the pain hit.
They’d operated on her.
Stolen from her.
And she’d come dangerously close to losing her finger as well.
For some reason, the little cut on her pinkie finger, not even an inch long, not even deep enough to be categorized as anything more than a scratch, bothered her more than the wound on her stomach where they’d cut her open. The wound on her stomach was business, but the one on her finger was pure cruelty. The doctor had been going to amputate her finger as payback for her biting him, it had nothing to do with selling organs.
Micah had been heartbroken to inform her that he’d been too late.
That the Prey team had gotten to them after she’d already been operated on.
When she heard the words, she’d felt like she wanted to burst into tears, but those tears wouldn't come.
Even now, hours later, after being poked and prodded in the hospital, learning that she’d had part of her liver removed, her wound properly restitched, she couldn’t seem to get the tears to come.
They hovered inside her, burned the backs of her eyes, but they wouldn't fall.
Maybe because the shock was yet to wear off.
How could her tears fall when she felt so numb?
There weretoomany emotions raging inside her, and it was almost as if they’d tangled together and gotten clogged. They couldn’t come out because there wasn't enough space to let them out.
“How are you doing?” Micah asked as he walked back into her hospital room.
