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Chapter Eleven
Elias
Ilet out a deep, guttural groan prompting Hans to chuckle, “That prickle shouldn’t fucking hurt at all.” My eyes drop to where he’s injecting a painkiller into me. “Hell, you should barely be able to feel it.”
I doubt I’ll be able to feel anything ever again.
I damn sure don’t want to.
It doesn’t take more than a couple breaths for the drugs to start relieving the constant agony I’ve been in. Gratitude for the relief has me shutting my eyes and focusing on the reprieve rather than the cold doctor’s hands doing their job.
“You should be thankful that the thief didn’t know what he was doing,” Hans announces at the same time he begins cleansing the wounds. “These puncture wounds are excessive but not deep.”
Dietrich clears his throat in such a way I have no choice but to meet his incredulous gaze.
Of course, he knows the truth.
He was the one who found me.
Who summoned Hans.
Who applied pressure to stop the wounds from bleeding while we waited for his arrival.
I didn’t have to confess that the bloody mess I was left to die in was a result of my latest doll. It was evident by her missing presence. Like always, he only asked the necessary questions needed to assist in containing the situation.
Dietrich has always been an intricate part of my household.
Perhaps I should remind him of that.
Give him off more days in the year.
Maybe renovate his floor to his liking.
Hans begins to casually investigate during the rinsing process. “How’d the guy slip past security?”
Easy.
His sister let him into our place.
A lump of sadness expands in my throat.
My place.
“Unknown,” I quietly reply, stare remaining locked on the most trusted member of my household staff.
“Thank fuck for cameras, right?” the doctor innocently chortles while continuing to patch me up.
The statement leads to my eyes boring harder into Dietrich’s. He offers me a chaste, reassuring nod that informs me he will handle that, too.
Needing the subject changed, I do my best to tease the man who is as much a friend as he is my physician. “Did we wake you or were you already awake?”
He allows the corner of his lip to curl upward. “I think you know the answer to that.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “At least having to come here sped up the waiting for her to leave process.”
“Which is why I’m thanking you instead of cursing you.”
“Thanking me in the form of a cheaper bill?”
