I followed him as he pushed the door open, and the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic hit me immediately, burning my nose and making me pause mid-step.
“Wait… is this a clinic?”
Alec turned back, his boots heavy against the floor as he took a few steps toward me, and without even realizing it, I shifted back.
“Yeah,” he said flatly. “Or what, you want me walking into the house like this so your dad can see what you did?”
“I —” my voice trailed off as my eyes moved past him.
A shirtless man stood across the room, his skin inked with dark tattoos that stretched over a chest built like he lived in the gym, his muscles flexing naturally as he worked on stitching up a deep cut on a guy with dreadlocks sitting on a metal chair. The second man didn’t even flinch, just sat there like pain was
