Chapter Thirteen
Dorian
Draco’s rage made a smile appear on my face. It was only a matter of time before I encountered them after they discovered the truth. But I knew, as they did, that I was untouchable. I was one of the best doctors in the world, and as far as humanity knew, I was a model citizen. To kill me would be the end of their Hero Society, and they would never recover.
Asher, the wild card in the mix, was looking at me with anger as well. Which was fine, too. He would have had a fighting chance on my side, but alas, he fell for a hero woman, and with her came the society.
Ignoring their looks of hatred, I walked over to Esme, who was looking at both men with a curious expression.
It seemed my long-time suspicions were correct. She had no idea who I was, or that she was technically sleeping with the enemy. I’d wondered it ever since Echo pieced together the journal, but she’d never shown me any signs that she knew. Normal hatred from me being an ass to her was there, but nothing beyond that. For some reason, they were hiding my identity from her. I’d seen all the possibilities of her future, so which one was Phillip aiming for? Something to ponder over later.
“Gentlemen.” I gave them a nod and focused my attention on Esme. She’d seen better days, but as far as I could tell, she was fine. A bit bruised up, but she would live.
“No broken bones, but you might want to take it easy for the next few days.” I looked at her chart then set it down so I could reach over and touch her. Both men tensed, and I wanted to laugh. Overprotective apes.
“I thought you went home?” she asked softly.
I did go home, but when I heard that she was hurt, I came in to see for myself. Liam and the others were child doctors, as far as I was concerned. If I was going to keep using her body like I had, then I needed her fit and healed. Too bad she couldn’t use that power of hers to heal herself.
“You know no one is better than me. So here I am.” She rolled her eyes, and I heard one of the men scoff.
Feeling every bit the antagonist I was, I reached over and ran my fingers down the side of her dirty cheek.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” That was a true statement.
When Monica came back to the mansion and told me what happened, and what the girl she’d seen looked like, I knew it was Esme. I flashed in quick and took the X-rays right from Liam’s hands. I didn’t trust him with her, so here I was, making sure Monica hadn’t done anything permanent.
Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes lit up with surprise.
“Uh, thanks.”
I wished I knew what she was thinking, but that wasn’t a gift I was born with.
Feeling the stares of the two men around us, I removed my hand from her cheek and took a step back.
“Ice, rest, and maybe a shot of vodka for when you come out of the shock of being near an explosion. If you need anything…” I gave her a smirk before continuing.
“Just page me.”
Without another word, or a chuckle at the pink on her cheeks turning darker, I left the room.
Draco followed me out while Asher stayed in the room with Esme.
When we were a good distance from the room she was in, I stopped and turned to face him.
“Can I help you with something?”
I lived for moments like this, and truly, it was everything I had wanted and more.
“Whatever you’ve got planned, end it. No more people have to get hurt for whatever shit you’ve been pulling.” His voice was low, and while he looked angry as hell, his body showed nothing but control. He was always in control, never letting go except around his Rose.
“We’re both trying to make the world a better place. You have your vision for what that is, and I have mine.” We were the same height and body size. He worked out far more than I did, so while he looked like a lumberjack, I was more ninja-like, slipping under the radar of most.
His face morphed into a mask of nothing. He wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of seeing his riled-up emotions anymore.
“We will stop you. I’ll not let mankind down again,” he vowed, and I wanted to laugh. He’d been failing in his mission since he started. Although I had a hand in that, he hadn’t ever succeeded in what he was created to do.
“I wish you luck.” I turned to leave, but he stopped my movements with his next words.
