A shiver ran down her spine, dancing merrily on each vertebra as it went. Harper’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he stood over the doctor. As if he fought hard for control.
Lillian knew she should run. Raise the alarm. They had a patient loose. One who was, by the looks of it, capable of extreme violence. She could scream again, of course, but that wouldn’t cut it. They were a mental hospital. Screams were as common as cheap linoleum and the scent of pine fresh antibacterial cleaner.
Walker shook his head, expression groggy. He lifted a hand to the back of his head. His eyes widened as it came away dark with blood.
“What the…?”
He looked up before going stock still as he registered Harper stood over him. The blood drained from his face. She’d heard the phrase “as white
