Amber
The silence after the nurse’s final words was louder than her shouting.
Do you really want his death on your conscience, Dr. Queen?
I gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles bone-white, my pulse thudding in my throat like a warning bell. My entire body still felt like it was vibrating—nerves, anger, disgust, fear… it all crashed into me at once, a tidal wave I couldn’t outrun.
I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Olivia stood there, arms folded, jaw tight, waiting.
I closed my eyes.
Images flickered behind my eyelids. His blood. His body. His scent. The mark on my neck that I scrubbed so raw it bled when I was eighteen. The heat. The rut. The rejection. The shame.
Rayne Hunter was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
And now he was on my table.
Dying.
And I was the only one who could stop it.
I wanted to say no.
Goddess, every part of me wanted to say no. Wanted to scream that he deserved it. That this was karma, destiny, justice. That whatever was happening to him now was only a fr
