“I need olophine, now. Get it,” I strain out, and she rushes out of the room to fill my request.
I stare in the mirror to see the dilated pupils that warn me of what’s to come if I don’t get my shit under control fast. She returns with a vial and a syringe that is useless on a hybrid or a damn full blood.
“Who needs it? Did someone change?” she gasps.
“No. I need it,” I growl, and I jerk the bottle from her hand.
“Ms. Crush. That’s for full bloods who’ve just been turned. It could kill you,” she rattles out.
“It won’t kill me. Trust me,” I grumble.
It’s sure as hell not the first time I’ve had to inject myself with the damn drug to subdue the darkness within.
“Newly turned ones need five milliliters. If you’re going to take it I don’t suggest more than one or two milliliters,” she says hesitantly.
I bite into the flesh on my wrist to open it up, and I break the top of the full bottle off. I take all of the medicine into my mouth, and then I pull my wrist to my mouth to force the medicine into the opening I’ve made. I feel the burning sensation as the strong medicine takes its place in my bloodstream, and then I gasp when I feel the devil inside me climbing back into its cage.
Wendy’s mouth is gaping open in disbelief, and it flaps open and shut as if she’s trying to find the words for what she’s just witnessed.
“This doesn’t leave this room,” I murmur as the breaths of relief come in heaves.
“Yes ma’am,” she stammers out.
Then I hear yelling down the hall as a door breaks open.
Fuck.
“Hale, you selfish son of a bitch. Where the fuck is she?” Brazen screams as he breaks into Hale’s room.
Wendy follows me to the hallway, and I hide behind the mass of people that have crept out to appease their startled curiosity for the disturbance.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hear Hale ask.
“Where is she?” Brazen slurs out, and I realize his drunken state has worsened now that he has tasted my power being used against him.
“She’s not here. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you drunk?” Hale asks with loud bemusement.
“No. I’m pissed, you arrogant prick. Where’s my fucking fiancée?”
I stare down at the ring on my finger, and the shirt still covering my body. This is all my fault.
“How the hell am I supposed to know? What’s your fucking problem?” Hale yells.
I want to creep up to the room so I can see rather than hear the confrontation, but my legs are too wobbly from the toxin I just pushed through my veins and the breaking in my heart.
“I know she came here. She fucked you, left me, and now she’s here somewhere,” he growls, and I hear shit toppling to the ground as he starts his search in the room I’m not in.
“I can’t believe you’re acting like this, you bastard. She fucking knew you would do this,” Hale screeches, and then Brazen is suddenly flying out of the room.
Hale steps across the broken shambles of the door that got in the way. He’s still shirtless and in his track pants. He was probably asleep, unaware of the drunk full blood coming to seek revenge.
Brazen climbs to his feet, and he lowers his shoulder to ram Hale into the wall. The concrete cracks under the impact, and Hale grabs Brazen by the neck to shove him against the opposite wall.
“Why?” Brazen sighs out, as he sinks to the ground in a drunken exhaustion. “Why did you have to fuck her over again? It took her forever to let you go, and now you’re just going to break her all over again,” he sighs out, and tears fill up in my eyes.
“I wouldn’t break her all over again if she’d fucking take me back, but that’s not why we fucked. What did she tell you?” Hale snarls.
“She didn’t have to tell me anything. She was still wearing your fucking shirt. I heard you two over the damn phone,” he blares, and Wendy’s eyes almost pop out of her head now that she knows who was in the room with Hale.
