Page 47 of Hades

“Yeah, I need to head to the hospital to get Evelyn.”

Mav smirks. “Have fun playing house with your girl who isn’t your girl.”

“Fuck you,” I say over my shoulder as I head for the door, his laughter following me.

She’s not mine. She can’t be. Right?

Evelyn

“Dr. Kingston.”

I look over my shoulder and watch as Preston walks toward me with a frown on his face.

“Walk with me. I was just headed to the restroom.”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but this can’t wait. Jackie told me to come find you immediately. We have a high-profile patient that needs your assistance immediately.”

I stop in my tracks and give him my full attention. “Where’s Pembrooke? This is the type of shit he loves.”

Which is true. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why he bothered to become a doctor. The man is better suited for politics the way he likes to work a room.

Preston winces. “He’s not answering his pages, but the patient specifically asked for you.”

I tip my head back and groan. “Goddammit, my bladder feels like it’s about to explode,” I mutter.

“If you hurry, I won’t tell,” he murmurs.

“Bless you.”

Quickly I rush down the hall and into the bathroom, where I do my business. After washing my hands, I meet Preston back in the hall.

“What can you tell me?” I ask as I follow him toward the patient.

“It’s a hand laceration. Not that deep but bad enough to need stitches.”

“Drunk on the Strip?”

He shakes his head. “No, he wouldn’t tell the intake nurses what happened.”

“Fantastic,” I sigh.

As soon as I step into the room, my whole body locks up when I see who the patient is.

Mayor William Dansworth.

The bane of my brother’s existence.

Natalie’s abuser.

The club’s number one enemy.

A smarmy smile covers his face.

“Dr. Kingston, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but I’m sure you understand.”

I offer him a forced smile. “Of course.”

Robotically, I disinfect my hands and slip on a pair of gloves from the rack next to the door. With heavy feet, I approach him and take his hand in mine.