Page 92 of Under His Guard

My stomach pitches, squeezing and swirling, somehow angry with me that I didn’t’ figure this out sooner.

“I…” My gut clamps down, and a cold sweat breaks out over my body. “I’m…I’m going to be sick.”

Dropping the paper, I turn and sprint for the nearest bathroom. Ben calls after me, but I can’t make out his words.

All I can hear is the rush of my blood, my breathing, as I tear out the door at the end of the long hall.

I push inside, flinging myself to the closest toilet, and heave up everything I haven’t fully digested.

The morning was just coffee and water, so it’s just liquid that comes out.

But it’s still throwing up. And I’m still…

“Pregnant.”

My mind spins. How is this possible? I can’t get pregnant. Except clearly, you can.

Hauling myself up, I go to the sink, rinsing my mouth before meeting my gaze in the mirror.

“What the actual fuck?”

I shake my head. I can’t do this. I don’t have the time or lifestyle to be a mother. Absolutely not. I…

“You need to talk to Luke.” Raking my hand through my hair, I start for the exit, pausing right at the door. “You…wow, okay. Talk to Dr. Carter and get out of here. Then, talk to Luke. See what he says. But this is my damn choice, and…yeah.”

Yanking the door open, I smooth down my scrubs and coat because I look like I just puked. I start for the nurse’s station.

My steps are quiet as I walk down the empty hallway.

This is not what you need right now. Absolutely not. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You can?—

“Hey there, doc.”

My steps freeze. The voice comes from behind me, and I recognize it.

But it’s not Luke’s doc moniker that reaches my ears.

“Been waiting for a chance to get you alone.”

I don’t want to turn around, but I do.

It’s him. The man I thought I saw, the man from that day. The Cobra from my apartment.

And he’s holding a knife.

I try to run, spinning back in the direction of the nurse’s station to sprint with all my might.

But he’s on me too quick. He’s too close, and the guy’s hand latches onto my face, clamping down over my mouth as he pulls me up against him.

I’m being dragged backward, my screams muffled by his grip on my mouth, and he doesn’t let go, no matter how much I claw at his skin.

All at once, I’m shoved up against a wall in an empty patient room. The man’s knife comes to my face, hovering there as he glares at me.

“I need some info, bitch. But you know what happens if you scream, don’t you?”

Tears are streaming down my face, and I nod with a wild jerking motion. Oh God, oh God, oh God.

“Where’s that other doctor? That pretty black-haired one you’re always talking to?”

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