Page 110 of With Spite

He smiled, leaning forward and licking away the tears from the left side of my cheek. “Your doctor.”

I started to cry. “My doctor?”

It came out sounding more like “myfofor?”

He understood, though.

Likely because he was used to having bound and gagged women he had to understand when he was asking them questions.

“Yeah, the one that you started to see. They’re not very good about HIPAA violations. He had all kinds of things to say about you. He had no problem sharing the information with a fellow asthma doctor at our latest asthma convention. Do you know you’re one of like fifteen cases worldwide that takes the same stack of medication?”

I flinched.

I hadn’t thought about that.

But of course he would have thought to look for my doctors.

It wasn’t like I had the choice but to use a doctor.

I had to have the medication to stay alive.

And that same medication that was supposed to save my life was about to kill me.

I knew I was about to be killed, too.

No one would think to look at these two men. Hux would look, sure. Creed would tear the county apart. But there were over twelve hundred square miles of land in the Jesper County district—something I knew because my brother was a game warden for that same square mileage.

Even worse, Sage and I had done a deep dive into Randel’s life after he’d left. We’d confirmed that he’d moved to Georgia and accepted a position there.

His profiles were all very public, and we’d thought we were in the clear for seeing him around town. Odin had come in while we were talking about it, and even he knew where Randel had gone to work next.

And who would suspect the sweet and cute Chan?

He was the size of a child. Plus, he did not give off a serial killer vibe at all.

Not to mention, when comparing him to the UNSUB that the FBI had been looking for…neither one of them fit the target. Nor was there ever mention of two men.

Neither man looked anything like the man I’d seen in the bathroom at that hospital. Randel had changed, somehow. A beard, darker hair. Bushier eyebrows.

Even worse, based on the light still outside, no one even knew that I was gone yet.

“No comment?” Randel asked, sitting back with a small smile.

I shook my head as my breaths came faster and faster.

He clicked his tongue as he reached into his pocket and produced my inhaler.

When Hux did it, it was cute. When Randel did it, it was terrifying.

He yanked down my gag and left it lying around my neck, the part that’d been in my mouth soaking my long-sleeved t-shirt that was not cutting it with this cold.

Randel put the inhaler to my mouth, and I had no choice but to inhale when he depressed the button.

I had to stay alive.

That was the only way that Hux and Creed were going to find me.

“Now,” Chan said as he walked closer. “About that torture?”