JAMES
W
ashing
the blood off my hands roughly, I glanced over my shoulder to eyeball the pair currently on my kitchen table. That damn dog watched me with narrowed pupils and curled lips, and I knew I had no hope of getting to her human. I’d done what I needed to do, and until Caroline woke up Kiki was going to stand guard.
She was a good dog.
My gaze slid to Caroline, and I let out a harsh breath before yanking down the faucet handle. I still couldn’t wrap my head around how I’d gotten dragged into this mess. Leaning on the counter, I dried my hands before reaching for the pile of needles, tubing, alcohol bottles, and gauze to drop it in the trash can. The sound was almost damning, and I grabbed the back of a chair to sit down heavily.
The woman on my table was clammy, pale, and dar
