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“Yes. I was coming to see you actually.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. “What do you need from me, Princess?”

I roll my eyes. “Conceited much? Get your head out of the gutter. The nurse that called me out of Melanie’s room. Jackie. I saw her talking with Pembrooke, and she looked very chummy with him.”

“You think they were in on it together.”

I nod.

“I’m on it. Go back to work and try to avoid Dr. Douche. I’ll be here if you need me.”

I nod, knocking on the triage window. When the door buzzes, I push through but look back at Hades. He’s still where I left him, and I give him a small smile and nod before I walk through the door, letting it close behind me.

I’m starting to look to Hades for safety, which scares the hell out of me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hades

Chaos.

The hospital has been nothing but chaos this evening, and through it all, without skipping a beat, Evelyn has been in the thick of it. She jumps from one patient to another without taking a minute to get a drink of water, let alone take a break. The exhaustion is clear on her face, but she doesn’t stop smiling.

I can’t help but watch her from a distance in awe.

It’s clear that this is what she’s meant to do. That she made the right call when she chose emergency medicine.

“Is it a full moon?” one of the nurses murmurs to herself as she passes by me with a frazzled look on her face.

I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. My eyes dart to the clock, and I see it’s thirty minutes past the end of her shift, and as far as I can tell, things are starting to slow down.

Standing, I walk over to Evelyn, where she makes notes on a chart at the nurses’ station.

“What do you need?” she asks, not looking up from the chart.

I try to withhold the smirk from my face. After Pembrooke left earlier, I sweet-talked one of the nurses into letting me sit at the nurses’ station to watch Evelyn work. It helped that Travis vouched for me and gave some wild excuse about Evelyn being threatened and needing a bodyguard. The nurses practically swooned about how sweet I am while Evelyn glared at me.

“It’s time to head home.” I nod toward the clock.

She makes a noise in the back of her throat before turning toward me.

“In case you’ve missed it, we’ve been busy. I can’t exactly leave.”

“It’s the end of your shift,” I point out.

She opens her mouth, but before she can respond, Travis speaks up.

“Hey, what are you doing here still?” he asks as he approaches us.

“Working,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, but your shift is over. Leave while you can,” he says, pulling the chart away from her.

“But…”

He shakes his head, cutting her off. “Go. We got this. Besides, we both know this place needs to learn how to operate without you.”

“Ouch,” she mutters.