Page 56 of Aftershock
I’m so obsessed with Lilith that no trials have been performed. No notes have been written in my notebook. No punishment has been administered for what he’s done to his mother.
Other than my shifts and taking care of Harold, the only thing running through my head has beenLilith, Lilith, Lilith.
I can’t take the distance anymore. I don’t give a fuck if that means I’m a selfish prick.
I’m going to see her.
To have her.
Today.
“Alaric.”
I turn around, even though I have plenty of other things to take care of.
Like getting rid of my bloody scrubs.
Like finally starting my trials.
Like finding the woman who’s crawled under my skin. The woman who’s transformed me into a sick, obsessive bastard in a matter of days.
Unfortunately, I can’t ignore my boss.
“Hello,” I say, looking down at the blonde, blue-eyed Dr. Ember Yarrow, the trauma medical director.
“How are you?” She raises her voice to be heard over the unit’s buzzing activity.
Nurses, EMTs, doctors, and paramedics mill around us. Gurneys and hospital beds roll, one of which I avoid at the last minute.
Someone screams. Another person shouts, “Clear!”
“Same as any other day,” I lie, then look at my watch, the universal sign that I have somewhere else to be. “What about you?”
“I’m great.” She adjusts her black-rimmed glasses, then tightens her high ponytail while her eyes scan the floor. Always working. “Anything I should know about?”
As a matter of fact, yes. I miss Lilith like a starving man, and every second you keep me from her is another one I’m closer to losing my sanity.
“Nothing important.” Not a muscle in my face twitches as I lie. My secrets are and always will be protected. “Anything you need from me?”
At my sharper tone, her eyes cut to my blood-soaked scrubs, the complete opposite of her pristine ones. “No, no. I was just checking in on you.”
“Dr. Yarrow,” someone shouts behind me.
“I have to go.” She offers one of her polite smiles and rushes off.
Before anyone else approaches me, I leave the unit, which reeks of antiseptic and blood, and head to the showers.
Twenty minutes later, I’m in a clean pair of jeans and a white, long-sleeved T-shirt, about to enter the cafeteria.
“Dr. Lockwood.” That voice. Sultry. Sweet. Perfect.
Lilith’s voice.
It pulls me out of my head, where I’ve been stuck for the last few steps, it seems. Because here I am, at the cashregister, staring down at the woman who steals my breath away.
My heart gives that weird fucking thump it always does when I’m too close to Lilith. One loud beat that threatens to crack my rib cage.
But there’s something wrong with her.
