“Isabella.” Dr. Jakkobs stood behind the hospital’s front desk, lips parted in disbelief. He excused himself from his conversation with a nurse and walked toward me. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”
The hospital was a bleak white color and had an eerie kind of silence, the kind that reminded me of the moments right before Roman’s father had run into the building with Luna Raya dead in his arms, desperate for someone to help him. I drew my fingers across the desk and frowned. I hadn’t been back since. Too many heartbreaking memories haunted these halls.
I gave Dr. Jakkobs a soft, trying smile. “Well, I’m here.”
If I had the option, I would already be with the Lycans. But unfortunately, I was stuck in this prison that reeked of blood and bleach.
Just a couple days. That was what I had rep
