We reached the information desk, and I asked if Nylah had been admitted. A part of me hoped that she hadn’t, that maybe she was just stressed, or her iron levels were low again. She’d had trouble with that since having Gia.
“She’s upstairs. You’ll need these visitor stickers.”
My heart sank. They admitted her.
Had I pushed Nylah too far? Was she working too much? Were my Reaper and Berserker wrong?
Once I had her room number, I rushed to the elevators and mashed the button repeatedly until the doors swung open, and then I entered one. We rode to the correct floor in silence. As the doors swished open, I darted out, immediately scanning the room numbers for which direction I needed to go. I ignored the nurses and turned right, finding Nylah’s room much faster than I anticipated.
Gulping air into my lungs, I stepped inside. Chrome saw Cam, and she launched herself into his arms, crying as he held her, whispering words of comfort.
I saw Mimi first, and she gave me a watery smile. “She’s not awake yet.”
Blinking, I turned to the bed. My Reaper and Berserker both lost it when we saw the light bruising in the shape of finger marks on her right arm. A growl rumbled my chest. “Who hurt her?”
Mimi shook her head. “I don’t know. We never saw Nylah speak to anyone else. The only time I wasn’t with her was when she used the changing room.”
Then that was where the person who hurt Nylah found her.
I sat on the edge of the bed, sliding my fingers through Nylah’s and lightly squeezing them. “Hey, kitten. You gotta open those pretty eyes for me.”
Nylah stirred, but she didn’t wake up.
The Reaper called to her. “Beloved.”
She whimpered.
“My lifeblood. Come back to me,” my Berserker pleaded.
Finally, she opened her eyes, appearing groggy. They fluttered as she saw me, probably blinking into focus. “Rael.”
“I’m right here.” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her soft skin. “I love you.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” I answered her before she could say more. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” I was about to continue, but she shook her head.
“No. Listen to me, please.”
I nodded, growing concerned as tears filled her eyes, brimming into blue pools before spilling over. My heart squeezed in response. “Babe.”
“His name is Tony Brock.”
I froze. Every muscle in my body went still. I wasn’t sure if I even breathed.
“He was a patient in the clinic. I only met him once.”
Nodding again because I didn’t trust myself to speak, I gestured for her to continue.
“He touched me.”
My lip lifted in a snarl.
“Only a finger on my arm, but I hated it. Tony gave off a weird vibe. I turned away from him, and he tried to flirt with me.”
Seething, I tried not to scare her.
“I told the nurse practitioner, and she told me not to go back in. He seemed to be looking for me as he left. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal. Who would think that he would stalk me?”
