Page 137 of His Dark Demands
The old woman shook her head. “I heard her crying but didn’t see her. Just a man carrying a black duffel bag.”
“Which way did he go?” Fabio asked.
“In the direction of the emergency exit, I think.”
“Shit.” Fabio pulled me aside and whispered, “That’s where we found Emmet’s body.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know more,” the woman said.
“I appreciate it.” I removed a wad of cash and placed it in her hand. “Thank you!”
My heart pounded violently in my chest, thinking about my baby girl. But it was the fear of having to tell Isla that her baby was gone. Nothing terrified me more than giving her the worst news any mother could hear.
“Let’s get to the hospital. I’ll drive,” Roman said, nudging along.
“Good. I’ll be in touch.” Fabio raised his hand and stalked away. “She’s at Summit Medical Center.”
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ISLA
Muffledvoices and a beeping sound made my ears perk up. Everything was black. Trying to process, I realized my eyes felt sealed shut.Where am I?
Why couldn’t I open my eyes or move? My limbs felt heavy, brain foggy. All I could do was moan as excruciating pain surged through my body.
Am I dreaming?
Wake up. Wake up.
I moaned some more.
“Isla. You’re safe. Open your eyes, beautiful. Come on. Open your eyes.” The voice was deep and soothing.
My hair was softly brushed off my forehead. I whimpered at the touch.
“Let me see your gorgeous eyes,” the voice said.
I tried to open them, but they were so heavy.
“That’s it. Try to open them. Fight through the meds.”
I blinked and blinked, but everything was a blur. I couldn’t even get my mouth to work.
“It’s good to see you coming to.” The person kissed thetop of my head. “Don’t try to move. You’ll be just fine after some time and lots of rest.” The man came into focus.
“Wha… Whe…” My mouth trembled as I struggled to speak. Warm tears pooled in my eyes and streaked down my temples.
“Ssh… Try to relax. Your young Jedi is here. I’ve taken excellent care of you.” He kissed my head again.
Who was this man and why did he kiss me? He wore a white coat. Maybe a doctor?
He dabbed my cheeks lightly.
I moaned and winced.
“I’m sorry. Your face will be sore for a bit. Do you remember anything?” he asked.
I closed my eyes, trying to recall what had happened. I shook my fuzzy head, unable to form a coherent thought.
