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No matter what.

CHAPTER 10

CILLA

Annoyedat the hushed tones around me, as well as getting poked all damn morning, I tried to tamp down my anger.

Oh, not to mention the pain.

The nerve block had worn off around breakfast.

Sweet hell, it seemed as if it hurt more than the first round.

I shifted on the bed, trying to overhear Detective Stone and the rumpled Locke.

It was only my life, after all.

Why shouldn’t I be in on the conversation. What the actual hell?

I had no phone, no outside contact—just this godforsaken room.

Not that I had anyone to contact.

My mother was the only one in my life and if I gave her this kind of news, she’d literally melt down into hysterics.

I didn’t need that.

I had delivery available at my apartment, if I could get back there.

Then I could just forget this whole thing.

Forget the ropes.

The docks.

The sounds of the water under me as I lost my air.

I slammed my eyes shut, angry tears gathering.

I hated feeling helpless. It wasn’t like I could drive right now. Did I take a plane?

A train?

I swallowed down a wave of nausea as I shifted on the bed.

Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

The door opened and a woman in a lab coat came in. “Hey there, Priscilla. I’m Dr. Mercer.”

“Hi.”

“How’s the pain?” She moved to my bedside and flipped the sheets. “Can I take a look?”

I nodded, wincing as I tried to straighten in the bed. I’d listed to the side since I could barely move my thigh this go round.

“Okay, one second. Let me get some help to situate you.”

I sagged. “Thanks.”

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