Page 91 of Risky Obsession

Trying to ignore the churning in my stomach from both nerves and my lies, I made a show of glancing up at the intricate stone carving above the entrance to the castle. I stumbled dramatically, clutching my stomach. “Oh, I don’t feel?—”

I let my legs collapse beneath me.

Kane caught me. “Tory.”

I let out a weak moan and crumbled completely. Kane swooped me into his arms.

“Oh, my goodness,” the woman said.

“Oh no. Babe. Babe.” Kane’s frantic cries were convincing.

“Is she okay?” the woman asked.

“No. We need a doctor,” Kane cried.

“Let them through,” the man said.

Kane clutched me to his body, and I curled my injured hand into his chest as he marched forward.

“Let them through,” a man hollered.

I kept my eyes shut, focusing on remaining limp in Kane’s arms.

“My wife fainted. She’s pregnant. I need to get her inside and lay her down.”

His heart raced against my ear, and his intoxicating scent was like being embraced by a lover.

Men with gruff voices spoke in German, making it impossible to follow their conversation.

“Your tickets, please?” a woman said with obvious reluctance.

“Please, she’s pregnant,” Kane said.

“Let her through, for goodness’ sake.” The woman who I’d been talking to must have followed us.

Kane squeezed me tighter, his steps quick and purposeful as we left the noisy crowd. The air changed from cool to warm with scents of rich perfumes or maybe flowers.

A distant murmur of music and the clinking of glasses drifted to us as Kane’s shoes thumped on what I imagined was a marble floor.

As all sounds except his shoes petered out, Kane carried me deeper into the castle. The temptation to open my eyes was excruciating.

A creak sounded, and I imagined a large wooden door opening. Kane lowered me onto a soft cushion, rolling me onto my side, maybe so I could see the door.

He placed his hand on my forehead. “Here you go, sweetheart. The doctor will be here soon.”

I moaned. Shit. I did not want to see a doctor.

I fluttered my eyes. “Kane.”

“Yes, babe, just keepstill.”

I rolled my eyes, faking dizziness. Another man was in the room.

“Can I . . .” I made a gurgling noise. “Can I have a glass of water, please?”

“Yes. Yes.” Kane turned to the guard. “Please, can you get her a glass of water?”

The guard squinted at us. “Someone will bring water.”