Page 66 of Crave

I wanted to step inside that room. I wanted to round the end of the sofa and stand in between him and her. Who the fuck was this guy touching my sister?Back the fuck off her.Jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks. I took a step, moving inside the doorway as he kept speaking.

“My friends tell me you were in the Order.”

“Order.” She whispered.

“That’s right.” He urged. “We’re going to do our best to get you out of there, okay?”

I stepped closer, watching him gently lift the lids of her eyes and reach for her wrist, checking her pulse.

“I’m going to ask you to do something for me, do you think you can do that?”

There was a tiny nod of her head.

“Good. I’m going to help you to sit upright, and then I’m going to ask you to close your eyes for me and listen to the sound of my voice. Can you do that? I know you feel trapped right now. But we’re going to get you out of that place. Can you do that? Can you follow my voice?”

Another small nod. I caught my breath, watching this so-called doctor lean close, grip her arms and help her to sit. I didn’t like that. Not one goddamn bit.

“I want you to listen to the sound of my voice, find it, Angelica. Can you do that?”

She slowly nodded.

“Look around,” he said. “Tell me where you are.”

“In that room.” She whispered. “With him.”

“Can you describe him? Can you tell me what he looks like?”

She waited for a second, then shook her head. “I can’t…I can’t see his face.”

“That’s okay. Can you see the door?”

A shiver raced across my skin. Drawn by the sound of the doctor’s voice and her tiny whispers I stepped around the edge of the sofa. Her brow pinched as she slowly shook her head. The doctor glanced at London, then spoke.

“So can you tell me where you are?”

“My…my bedroom.”

It was the doctor’s turn to scowl. “And what are you feeling right now? Can you tell me the words running through your head?”

“Desperate,” she whispered. “Need them to want me…to use me…to tell me things. Things he wants to know.”

I flinched, that savage, hateful feeling rippling from deep inside me.

“What the fuck?” The mutter came from one of the men standing at the rear of the room. “That’s not part of the programming.”

“No,” the doctor standing in front of my sister said. “It’s not.” He moved closer, searching her closed eyes. “Now this is very important, Angelica. I want to know what you need them to tell you.”

“Everything.”

The word was a gut punch. Rage unleashed, making me jerk my gaze to my brothers. “I fucking told you, didn’t I? She’s a goddamn mole living right under our fucking roof.”

“No.” Vivienne shook her head and stepped forward, barely a second later the other one who had to be her sister did. “Not a mole…”

“Programmed,” the doctor lifted his gaze to me. “Her thoughts have been altered.”

“By who?” I forced the words through clenched teeth.

“Nowthatis a very good question.” London murmured and pushed off the edge of the desk where he stood beside his wife. “It’s not like you don’t have a whole list of enemies just desperate to take out the Ares family.”