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“Nothing.” Drew frowns.
“Liar. Now, talk,” I push.
He lets out a loud sigh and runs his hand through his hair. “I just can’t get that room out of my mind. I can’t get the image of her battered and bruised body lying there, lifeless. Dirty. It’s fucking killing me. What if I had decided not to go there? What if Fire and Rescue didn’t get there in time? Who is she? Why was she there? You want me to keep going?” He side-eyes me.
“Nope, I think that is good enough. Look, I talked to Daxon and Mason. They are going to talk to your FBI friend and see if they can figure out what happened,” I assure him.
“Did you find out what room she is in?” he asks.
“I did. Room 529. But no one is allowed to visit right now.”
Drew immediately starts to remove the covers from the bed, and Tristan gets up and stares him down. “Sit back down,” he orders.
“I need to go talk to her, Evans.” Drew glowers back at him.
Tristan clenches his fists at his sides. The guy is basically a brute. He says so little, but one stare can put the fear of God in you. Sometimes I wonder how he even gets pussy. But women flock to him. I don’t get it.
Drew smartly falls back against the bed again. “The minute I can, I’m getting out of this bed and heading over there,” he mutters.
“Let’s just get you better, Pitch. Right now, let’s focus on that.” Cameron pulls Drew’s attention. “You can check on her later. I am sure that FBI agent will be able to help you see her.Just rest and make sure you’re okay. You did just go into a burning building.”
“Yeah, okay,” Drew sighs.
“Look, I don’t think you have a choice. If you don’t, you will make Evans Hulk out, and that could be dangerous for us all,” I chuckle, earning a sidelong look from Tristan.
Drew keeps the frown on his face and closes his eyes. I get it, he’s not sure if he made the right move, but he knows he did what he naturally had to do. He risked his career with that move. But that’s who Drew is. He’s a protector.
He’s the kind of guy who will jump in front of a bullet to save a person. Today, he went into a fire to pull that woman out. He just has that natural instinct to run toward danger.
Sometimes I think it stems from his trauma that he went through when he was younger. His need to protect.
And one day it could get him killed.
Chapter Four
RAELYN
My head is pounding.My eyes refuse to open. There is a heaviness to my body, an odd smoke smell assaults my nose. A beeping sound comes from my left side. Even the bed feels different.
Where am I?
With sheer force of will, I slowly peel open my eyes. The lights from above blind me. My vision is blurry, and my eyes feel dry and scratchy.
Where the fuck am I?
The fog in my eyes starts to go away the more that I blink, and the room I’m in becomes clearer. I’m not in my hell cage. The sight around me is filled with stark white walls, a linoleum floor, fluorescent lights, and ugly orange drapes.
Turning my head to the left, I see a machine that I am hooked up to.
Shit. I’m in a hospital.
How the hell did I get here? Taking my palm to my forehead, I push into it, the pain overriding any ability I have to figure out how I’m finding myself in a hospital bed. What was I doing? I know I was doing something.
The door was open. There was a body on me, and the door was open. I blow out a breath. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to remember how I got here.
My captor was giving me my vitamins. I hear the grunting in my head. The smell of bad breath and alcohol suddenly came out of nowhere. I start to dry heave, causing my head to feel like it’s getting ready to split into two. The name David runs through my head. I can suddenly feel the man who told me his name on top of me, his disgusting sweat dripping onto my face.
The door was open.