Page 98 of Ice Devil

CHAPTER 21

Beck

“Please tell me Sloane will be checking out of this hellhole in a few minutes so I can sweep her out of my life.”

My words were harsh, and said just as the doctor rounded the corner, likely on his way to see her, but I just didn’t give a shit. I needed her out of my hair and my life.

Once and for all.

The doctor appeared terrified. Maybe because my wolf was just below the surface, challenged once again as he’d been the day before. I hadn’t been able to control him then and I had my doubts I could rein him in any longer. All because of her.

My goddamn wolf had been the one to sense she’d been in peril. He’d been the one insisting he breach the surface, at least enough to offer me his power. He’d been the one to hold her like some big baby in his arms, keeping her from the rain, worried half sick about her injuries. And he’d been the one to drive like some idiot bat out of hell at a hundred miles an hour heading for the hospital.

Almost getting into an accident not once but twice.

Yeah, the fucking traitor.

Now he wanted a piece of the doctor who’d insisted she stay the night.

Fucking asshole.

“Um, are we talking about Ms. Winters?”

“Of course we’re talking about Ms. Winters. When can she leave?”

A deep chuckle dragged my attention away from the doctor, where I was literally breathing down his neck. Cole stood with two cups in his hands, amused at hell at my performance.

With a deep exhale, my brawn managed to push the doctor against the wall. “Well?”

“After I have a talk with her and if she seems alright, I’ll put in the paperwork.” He sidestepped me even though I was glaring at him with my molars grinding.

“Make it pronto. I need her out of my life. Don’t make me come hunt you down. You won’t like it if I do.”

Great. Now I was threatening a doctor. Maybe I meant it. I even allowed a slight, very quiet growl, but the doctor acted as if I’d lunged at him with sharp, bloody canines by the terror crossing his face.

The doctor scampered away as if the building was on fire. In a way, it was. I could not deal with her right now. I rubbed my forehead, the deep ache in my loins driving me crazy.

“A little rough on him, weren’t cha?” Cole pushed off the wall, moving toward me. “I thought you were going to chomp his face off.”

“I hate hospitals!” I allowed my voice to boom.

“You hate everything and everyone right now. Here. Drink some coffee. Although I don’t know why I’m suggesting additional caffeine. You don’t need your wiring to be electrified.”

“Ha. Ha. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a playoff to win?”

His sigh brought a groan from both of us. “You too, huh? The curse of the Kendrick brothers.” I took the cup from his hand, ripping off the lid and taking a deep whiff. If only I had a shot of whiskey.

“It’s not a curse. Just a bad moment in time.”

I lifted my gaze over the cup. “I asked you a question. Why are you here?”

“Our mother sent us. Samantha all but demanded I bring coffee. I think the two of them were colluding on checking up on you.”

“I’m fine. Just fucking fine.”

“Ri-ight. And I have a few bridges to sell you. You were panicked when you called Pops.”

“I called our father?”