The room was strangely silent except for the soft rustling of the doctor’s movements. I sat there on the edge of the couch, my injured foot propped up as he carefully examined it. The pain was there like a dull throb that I could barely register over the storm of confusion and suspicion swirling in my mind. Judas had ordered a doctor. For me.
The thought was baffling. Too much to the point I couldn’t help but steal glances at his face.
Judas was stadning a few feet away though I could still feel his piercing gaze eating me alive despite the distance.
He wore his shades this time, the same pair that made him look impenetrable, unreadable. The cane was in his hand, gripped tightly, and my entire body tensed at the memory of where that cane had been just yesterday. The cruel way he’d wield
