Page 52 of Twisted Embrace

Hearing commotion coming from outside the room, I tensed. “Let me see what’s going on.” Another sick wave of nausea pushed through me, a series of sensations that I’d felt far too many times in my life.

Another premonition.

“Okay.”

I moved to the door, opening it by a crack. The two guards who’d been standing on either side had moved off. When I stuck my head out, one of them immediately saw me.

“Stay in the room, ma’am. We’ll take care of this.” His voice was gruff and demanding. I noticed a fight had broken out at the end of the hallway.

“Something’s wrong,” I insisted.

“Yeah, too many worthless assholes in the country.” The soldier completely ignored me, taking long strides down the hallway.

Easing back inside, I took a deep breath.

“What is it?” Lucia asked, managing to sit up even further.

“A fight. I don’t like this at all.” I backed away, shaking my head. Where the hell had Enzo gone? “Where is D’Artagnan? Did he tell you?”

She acted as if she didn’t want to say anything. “He and my brother had to handle an employee situation. Please don’t tell me you’re having visions.”

I was getting used to the lingo. “You mean they think one of their own betrayed our location. And I won’t tell you.”

When she nodded, I felt sick inside, repulsed. “Shit.”

“What are they going to do to him?”

“What they must do. Traitors aren’t allowed inside the organization.”

Everything was normal. Just… normal. I returned to the bed, the sound of the scuffle continuing, my nerves on edge. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed her hand again. “You need rest. Everything is going to be just dandy.” Was it? I held my stomach, scanning the room for anything I could use as a weapon.

“I’m trying.”

A loud male yell penetrated the walls. Christ. I jumped but plastered a smile on my face. She didn’t need any additional stress. Couldn’t they control a fight in a hospital? My nerves continued, the booming thumps as bodies were tossed against the corridor wall escalating fear in the back of my mind. “Just do what your doctors tell you.”

Boom!

The loud crash sounded like a cart being turned over. I half expected to hear gunshots at any second.

I felt a presence and turned, noticing a doctor had entered the room. While wearing a face mask as many of the providers did, I was able to take a good look in his eyes. They were dark and cold just like…

“Can I help you?” I asked. No. No. Why hadn’t I trusted my gut feeling?

The bastard said nothing, glancing at the chart in his hand as he walked closer.

“Um, excuse me. What’s your name?” I challenged.

“It’s okay, almost sis. There’s been a parade of doctors and nurses coming in and out,” Lucia said from behind me.

I moved further in front of her, studying the guy as I tried to remember what the other doctors looked like. He was wearing scrubs, which seemed out of place given their color. Weren’t the other doctors wearing blue and his were green? This was wrong. My instinct was working overtime.

He walked even closer, blocking my ability to get away. As if I would leave Lucia alone.

“I need to ask for some ID. Now, buddy.”

When he reached into his pocket, I stiffened. Then everything happened too quickly.

The chart was tossed aside, something cylindrical appearing in his hand. His actions startingly swift, he brought his arm down. I reacted, shoving both hands against his chest.

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