CHAPTER 15
The sound of Ryle’s voice was a physical shock, cutting through the antiseptic quiet of the clinic and making the pain in Lauren’s bandaged ribs flare. She froze, her elbows digging into the mattress as she watched him emerge from the shadows near the doorway.
He was dressed in dark shirt,sweatpants and black slippers, as his hair still slightly damp, suggesting he'd just finished a session and just showered. His light gray eyes swept over the room, settling on her with that familiar, cold dissection.
Ryle moved with a quiet, lethal grace that was startling in the clinic’s gentle light. He glanced at her with contempt. “Must be amusing to be a girl in a man’s world,” he stated, his tone flat and utterly dismissive.
Lauren winced as she moved, but she met his eyes with a gla
