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I look at Andreas, who reads my mind instantly. “Could we have your card? This is a very confusing time for everyone involved.”

The detective looks around the room before slipping a card onto my table off to the side. I don’t make a move to grab it, and no one makes a move to investigate what it is saying.

Nothing changes regarding how I’m feeling about Derek. He made it perfectly clear I was nothing to him, and then he showed how he had lost control.

The drugs start to pull me back under, and I welcome the abyss from it. The sweet oblivion of being asleep where I don’t need to process what just happened or need to know what this means for me.

I’m clinging to my last thought before I let sleep drag me under. Where am I going to live?

Chapter Twenty-One

Stavros

Audrina looks small in her bed, all hooked up by wires. She’d been sleeping intermittently for the past few hours when she would wake up for just a few minutes to fall back asleep.

Judging by her tossing and turning, I imagine she relives everything that happened.

After the fourth time Greg called, I knew I had to leave to handle this business. I don’t want my father to send his lieutenant to find me because everything will get fucked up.

It is funny how Andreas and I are dancing around the subject of who killed Derek. I read the charts he has at the hospital, and none of them said anything about being close to dying. Either he had something internally which no one could find, or he killed himself.

“Andreas, I have to go handle some business. Can you stay here and look after Audrina?” I ask while I stretch out my back.

It has been two days since the detective left, and those two days have done a killer to my back. I’m usually a very active man who likes to do sports and high-energy workouts. Sitting in the chairs here hasn’t helped me.

I need a good shower at home with the jets on full blast. I also need to change out of these clothes.

I’m planning on moving Audrina in to come live with me. I know it’s a big step, especially since she’s not understanding she’s my woman now. It has been many years since I’ve had just one woman, but this woman has me knocked off my feet.

“Where are you going?”

Stopping in front of the door, I look at my friend with worried lines all over his face. I’m about to ask him what’s up when he points to the door for me to follow him out.

“What’s up?” I ask him the minute the door shuts.

“I’m not stupid.”

I nod and wave my hand in the air to get him to finish his statement. “That’s good?”

His eyes bore into mine. “What happened to Derek?”

I shrug. “The detective said Derek just died.”

“Do they know who killed him?”

I shrug again. “The detective didn’t say if it was awhoor ahowregarding how he died.”

He's looking all around the hospital trying to find something. His behavior is making me question his motives. “Andreas, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Nothing. I’m just surprised Derek’s dead.”

I glare at him, trying to get him to talk. This is not just a simple line of questioning. He’s hiding something.

“Sure.”

“All right. Well, thanks for coming,” he informs me before walking back into the room Audrina is in.

I grab his elbow to pull him back to talk to me. “You really don’t mind I’m seeing your sister.” It isn’t a question. I don’t care if I have his permission or not. My less-than-stellar commitment ratings in the past have indicated I’m not the best candidate for Audrina to be with.

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