The woman smiled when I reached her and motioned for me to follow her out of the lecture hall. She walked ahead of me without saying a word or checking if I was still behind her.
After swiping her badge to unlock a door, we stepped into what looked like a nurse’s office.
A polished marble desk with a granite top sat in the middle of the room, with two leather chairs neatly placed in front of it. Framed degrees lined the wall behind it. Three doors were shut along the opposite side.
“Hello, Blair.” She shut the door behind her. “I’m Dr. Everette. Saint Vale’s private physician.”
I nodded, giving her a polite smile.
She motioned for me to have a seat. My movements were slow as I did, and she sat behind the desk.
“First off, congrats on becoming a Fawn,” she said. “Only the strong women become Fawns.”
“You were one?” I asked.
She nodded.
My mind immediately went to who her Son had been and how he had treated her. Like Daphne had said, it seemed older Fawns saw becoming one as a great privilege.
Dr. Everette looked to be in her forties, but I had a feeling she was older, just someone who’d had work done that slowed down her physical aging. Whoever she’d gone to had done a good job. While she didn’t have a wrinkle in sight, she also didn’t have that plastic look.
Do all Fawns look good?
Is it like selling your soul to the Devil and you stay beautiful, youthful, and rich the rest of your life?
“Enzo said he told you I’d be coming to collect you.” She opened a drawer and pulled out a plastic cup. “I’m going to have you pee in this, and I’ll draw your blood.”
I rubbed my arms together. The few times I’d had to give blood, I’d nearly passed out. It always made me lightheaded.
“Don’t worry,” she said, as if reading my mind. “I’ll give you juice and crackers to make sure you feel comfortable the entire time.”
And without any further questions, I did just as a Fawn was supposed to. I obeyed Enzo’s orders.
After she finished, I played with the gauze wrapped around my arm. Then she handed me a packet of birth control and recited the instructions on how to take them.
“They take a while to kick in, but your Son should know to use a condom during the first month,” she said before giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
She walked me out of the office, and I checked the time on my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I’d left class. The class was already over.
I started moving in the direction of my next class, but spun onmy heel and headed back upstairs, deciding to skip the rest of the day.
When I returned to my dorm, I dropped my bag on my bed and found a note waiting on my pillow.
I opened it, seeing a typed message.
Death to all Fawns!
DIE, FAWN! DIE!
Gasping, I pressed the note to my chest.
Did Enzo leave this?
The Sons enjoyed playing mind games with their Fawns.
Is this part of his game?
I dropped the note on my bed and dragged my phone from my bag. My shoulders slumped when there were no notifications from Enzo. I plopped down, chewing on my lower lip, before a wave of nausea sent me rushing to our mini fridge for a juice.
