Chapter 35
Laila’s pov
The dial tone cut out, replaced by a cold, clicking sound that made my skin prickle.
"Speak," a sharp, metallic voice ordered. There was no greeting, no warmth, and no sign of humanity on the other end of the line.
I gripped the heavy plastic receiver tighter against my ear, my blood-stained bandages sticking to the smooth surface. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, but I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my voice to stay completely steady.
"I have the black card," I whispered, glancing nervously down the empty hospital corridor. "I'm young. I'm nineteen. My blood type is O-negative, and I have two healthy kidneys. I need the money tonight."
Silence stretched over the line for three agonizing seconds. I could hear the faint, rhythmic hum of medical equi
