Page 221 of Brainwashed

We all leave the room, smelling of chemicals, and storm through the prison, up to the main entrance. And just as we’re stepping outside, a black SUV is pulling up.

My pulse is increasing steadily, fingers twitching at my sides. I’m not sure what to expect…

This is the main reason I was able to come back here. He was my ticket back to Felix.

The question is, how will he react to Alabaster Penitentiary?

Two officers hop out of the vehicle, opening the back door. And sure enough, out steps my patient.

Trevel Fenwick.

He’s cuffed and shackled as they hustle him along, right over to where we’re standing. His violet eyes set on me instantly. And his lips curl into a snarling expression.

“Well, well, well,” he growls as they walk him up to the doors. “Look who it is.”

“Trevel,” I murmur, remaining as professional as I can, though he’s glaring at me like he wants to lunge right here. I guess he’s not happy to see me again…

“Look at me now, Doctor.” His typically polite British demeanor is edgy and vibrating a calm rage that I can feel with several feet separating us. “Just where you wanted me. Sentenced to death in this fucking shithole…”

“Trevel, we should talk another time.” I attempt to placate him with the eyes of five guards on me. “I am glad to have you here, though. I think this could be good for you…”

“Good?!” he barks a scoff, then narrows his gaze at me, licking his lips. “No, itwillbe good. All of us under one roof. A happy family, just like at Riverwoods.”

“Alright, let’s go, pal.” The guard grows impatient, tugging him along.

“Dr. Love,” Trevel calls over his shoulder. “Remember… It would beunfortunate, wouldn’t it?”

I’m statue still as I watch them pull Trevel inside Alabaster Penitentiary, his words and his tone filling me with unease. He blames me… Of course he does. I deserve his rage.

My only worry is what he’ll be able to find out now that we’re all in the same isolated space. And just howangryhe actually is.

“Should I be worried about this?” Velle asks with his eyes fixed in the direction our newest inmate was just ushered.

I hear a scream that sends a chill up my spine. “I’ll get back to you.”

It’s our three-month anniversary.

I decided a while ago that I wanted to do something special for Felix, so I’ve planned a picnic in the woods. I packed us up some food, brought a blanket, the whole nine.

The weather today is beautiful. It’s not insanely hot. Plus, the trees will provide us some pleasant shade.

I’m antsy when I show up to his room, and when he opens the door, my heart skids to a stop. It’s crazy to me, feeling this way about someone. Especially the last person in the world I’m supposed to need like he’s my oxygen.

Felix smiles, his usual. He’s always excited to see me, and turns me weightless. Dressed in prison jumpsuit pants and a white t-shirt, he could be modeling designer labels. That’s how good he looks.

“Always looking so fine.” I grin, easing into him, sliding my hands around his waist to pull him close.

“Hi, baby,” he breathes, draping his arms on my shoulders. His lips dance on the scars on my throat as he whispers, “Missed you.”

“I just saw you this morning,” I chuckle, squeezing onto him, hands resting above his ass while I inhale his delicious scent.

His masculinity and sweetness wrapped around the potent threat of danger. I just love all of it.

I lovehim.

“I know, but I’m codependent.” I feel his smile on my skin.

“I think I am, too.” I shift to kiss his pouty lips. “Hey… Happy anniversary.”