Page 12 of Her Warrior Dragon
“You all right out there?” Teresa’s voice broke through the quiet.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Faye replied and closed her eyes for a brief moment.
She would be all right. Not only was this a part of nursing, but it was a part of life. Everyone had to die at some point. No one lived forever.
A cool breeze drifted by, calming her nerves, but it didn’t last long. The hairs on the back of her neck rose; an uncomfortable feeling overcame her. A light noise caught her attention. She opened her eyes and found a dark, menacing figure standing near the entrance of the building.
Faye’s eyes locked on him, while her body froze in place. She squinted at the figure, trying to see if it was an employee of the hospital, but no one who had to wear a suit would be at the hospital at this time of night.
“Can I help you?” she called out. She reached down into the pocket of her scrubs and was comforted by the feel of her cellphone.
“Just needed some fresh air,” the deep voice answered.
His excuse still didn’t sit well with her. In order to exit the building from that door, the person would have had to swipe out of the building. Thanks to the hospital’s security, employees had to swipe in and out of certain doors. If he had walked from the other side of the hospital, she would have heard his footsteps.
Red flags.
“Who the hell is that?” Teresa asked from the hut’s entrance.
“Someone who needed air,” Faye replied, not taking her eyes off the figure. She made a mental note to complain to the higher-ups of the hospital about better lighting in the area. The once-serene feeling she had was gone, and she was left feeling creeped out.
“You’re Faye Adams, aren’t you?” he asked and slowly made his way to her.
Oh, hell no. Time to call security.
“Don’t come any closer,” she shouted and pulled her phone from her pocket.
“There’s no use in calling anyone,” he warned, still walking toward her.
“What in the—?” She tried hitting the screen of her smartphone, but it remained black. It was as if it had gone dead, but she distinctly remembered charging it earlier. “Hey, do you have your phone?”
She turned to her friend but let loose a scream. Teresa was frozen in place, staring unblinking at the figure.
“As I said, it’s useless calling for help. No one would be able to hear you.” His haughty voice floated through the air.
“What do you want from me?” she hardened her voice. She hoped that she gave off the appearance that she was unafraid of him. But, to be honest, she was scared shitless and prayed her voice didn’t shake.
“Feistyandbeautiful. I love it. No wonder Vander is smitten with you.” He came to stand near her.
She braced herself, ready to run if she needed to.
She could finally make out his features. He was tall and well-dressed. His suit was tailored perfectly to him, denoting a body that was well taken care of. His dark hair was combed back perfectly from his face. Even with the slight breeze blowing, his hair didn’t budge.
With all of the bad vibes radiating from the man, Faye didn’t want to admit to anything, especially to knowing Vander. The man in front of her was pure evil. It didn’t take a psychic to realize it.
“Who?”
“Don’t play coy with me.” He chuckled. He stood there and placed his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not sure what you’re speaking of.”
“Keep trying to deny it, but I know the truth. I also know that he will never be able to stop me, but I want you to do me a favor.”
“What would that be?” she asked wearily. She glanced at Teresa, who was still frozen in the same spot. Faye’s heart rate increased, her fear mounting.
Whoever, or whatever he was, he was powerful. Who could just freeze someone?
“Tell him to cease his pursuit of me,” he said and turned, walking away.
