Free Transcending Nirvana (Dark Evoke #3) by V. L. Brock Page B

glowering. “You were the one who had con––” his right hand instantly clamped further down on my leg, causing the burning sensation to score through my muscle, yet his eyes were hard with worry. I winced, losing my words to his façade.
    “Kady, where have you been getting those pills from?” I jolted at the tartness of the familiar voice, one which dared not to be messed with.
    “I told you,” I squeaked, overcoming the smarting of his fingertips, “Yo––”
    I looked down to see the connection; his fingers were white with force, his hand practically trembling with the intensity of his hold. “This is important, Kady. Where were you getting those pills from?” he asked again. How he could keep his tone level I had no idea.
    What I did know, was that he wasn’t going to let me finish that damn sentence.
    Everything before me was swimming and distorted. Blinking my eyes, twin tears escaped over my lids as I turned to face the doctor once again, resigned. “I can’t remember small details. I’m sorry, I just can’t remember…”
    “This is a safe environment, Kady. You can talk openly here.”
    Oh, how wrong he was.
    “I really don’t know,” I whimpered, at the same time, Liam’s hand loosened on my thigh, and I immediately sagged in relief. Although I knew that that relief was going to be short-lived, in the calm before the storm type way: trying to explain to Walker the bruise which was surely going to be left, was going to be impossible…
     

Chapter Six
    Laurie
    I must have kicked myself and damned myself to Hell over a thousand times as I waited, sitting in one of the grouching padded chairs which filled the waiting area. With my final sip of coffee, my self-scolding was redirected at the trainee working the cafeteria counter. If it wasn’t for her constant screw-ups and redoing order after order, then I would’ve been here with Kady like I promised I would be.
    Instead, my stomach knotted and devastation overtook at the sight I was left to witness when I approached the area, coffee in hand. Kady, the old Kady, the timid Kady who bowed to each demand of The Devil himself as he whispered in her ear, was being steered to the consultation room with her head hanging low and Liam smirking behind her like the sick, sadistic bastard he is.
    Walker. Was going. To kill me.
    Another riled, shaky sigh was expelled at the exact same moment that the door I had been silently willing to open for God only knows how long, was finally opened. Finding my feet, I dropped my empty, plastic cup of coffee into the small corner garbage can, and headed out to meet her.
    “Kady,” I called out, though my beckoning rested on deaf ears. Her pace sped up, her hand lifting to cover her mouth when she barged her way to the restroom. In my veins, my blood was boiling, the glare I shot that despicable man DeLaney, when the door forced shut as it rebounded with her hasty, desperate shove, spoke volumes. “What the fuck are you even doing here?” I scolded.
    “What am I doing here? I’m her boyfriend; she was released into my care. I deserve to be here, which is more than I can say for some.”
    I shook my head, my finger scornfully pointed at him. “You stay the fuck away from her. Do you understand?” I was taking lengthy strides down the hallway to the bathroom to offer comfort, when my elbow was snared by a cramping grip. My protests, while being dragged further down the corridor, away from where Kady took refuge, went ignored. Out of earshot and prying eyes, I was forcefully turned to face him.
    “I suggest you,” he grated through clenched teeth, his fingers pressing painfully on my bone, halting my already shaky efforts of breaking from his hold. “Stop with all these demands and warnings, Laurie. It’s really not polite. You wouldn’t want to see your friend get hurt now, would you?”
    The way his lip curled had me fighting an inner chill, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my unease. I