All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband’s Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

LARAThe first time I saw Elijah Roosevelt, he was bleeding out on my table and smiling about it. When I tell you he was smiling, I don't mean a grin or a grimace…that might be used to hide pain, no. I meant he gave a slow smile that spread across his face, like he was really enjoying this. On his torso, there were lots of lacerations. Some of them were fresh, but some, were like…old, and these lacerations were done methodically. Like…the injuries lined up to form a heart shape on his torso. What the fuck? I leaned closer to examine it. Someone had deliberately and carefully done this to him. I looked at his vitals and it was… weird. His heart rate read just fine, but his pupils were blown in a way that had nothing to do with concussion. His breathing was controlled, almost pleasured. He wasn't in distress.He was enjoying it, the sick bastard. I should have noticed his face first. His body. The obvious, impossible beauty of him. But what stopped me was his eyeswhiskey-dark, fram

LARAThe emergency room was a mess when I got there. There was blood everywhere. Doctors were yelling. Nurses were running around. Patients on stretchers were lined up in the halls, some screaming, some crying, some just sitting there looking really scared which was actually worse because when people are silent like that it usually means they're really hurt.I pushed through all the chaos and found my station. There was a man with a piece of metal stuck in his leg. A woman's face was so swollen I couldn't even tell if she was old or young. A kid, no more than seven years old, had a towel pressed to his head and his moms hands were shaking as she held it there.I got to work.I stitched. I clamped. I told the nurses what to do. I snapped at some residents who were too slow. I forgot about Delson and Elijah. I forgot about everything except the blood and the hurt people and the science of keeping them alive. I was in my element. What made me feel alive.Four hours flew by in like four