Amber
The silence after the nurse’s final words was louder than her shouting.
Do you really want his death on your conscience, Dr. Queen?
I gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles bone-white, my pulse thudding in my throat like a warning bell. My entire body still felt like it was vibrating—nerves, anger, disgust, fear… it all crashed into me at once, a tidal wave I couldn’t outrun.
I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Olivia stood there, arms folded, jaw tight, waiting.
I closed my eyes.
Images flickered behind my eyelids. His blood. His body. His scent. The mark on my neck that I scrubbed so raw it bled when I was eighteen. The heat. The rut. The rejection. The shame.
Rayne Hunter was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
And now he was on my table.
Dying.
And I was the only one wh
