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I’m walking across campus, trying to work out what just went wrong with Odi. I mean, obviously she’s pissed that I didn’t pull out – I’ll admit it’s not in my nature to do so normally, but I was genuinely caught up in the moment with her – but it’s more than that. I felt so connected to her before and now she’s pulling away again. It wouldn’t surprise me if I find her bedroom window locked tonight.
My phone rings and I glance at the caller display with a sigh.
“Yeah?” I ask, tensing. It’s Zie, which means Axel has probably pressured him into calling me.
“Have you stopped sulking yet?” It’s Axel’s low, teasing drawl that comes through the line. He must have borrowed Zie’s phone knowing full well I wouldn’t pick up a call from him directly. I clench my teeth together both in annoyance at being tricked and at his attempt to goad me. “You need to come home. We have work to do.”
“I’m busy,” I snap. I don’t care if I sound childish. Axel’s gone too far and he’s going to have to back down and apologise for once if he wants to move on from this.
“Whatever. If you’re not here in the next hour, you won’t have any say in the candidates we’re facing.”
The line goes dead and I curse under my breath. Damn Axel, trust him to manipulate me into returning home. He knows that I want to choose the other candidates for the Hunting Grounds. I don’t want to return but I’m going to have to. I love Axel like a brother, more than a brother, but that doesn’t mean I trust him. Especially where Odile’s concerned. She needs somebody in her corner, more than ever. And I don’t trust Axel to fully have her best interests at heart. Left to his own devices, the devil only knows who he’d select.
I pick up my pace as I hurry towards the campus medical facility. The place is a joke. There’s not enough staff for demand, and the ‘doctor’ who works there is questionable at best. It’s common knowledge on campus that it’s easy to score a prescription for just about anything if you Google the symptoms first. Doc is too overworked and underpaid to examine patients properly, and most can leave with their drug of choice written out on a green ticket before their arse even hits the chair opposite his ramshackle desk. Not to mention the backhanders he takes for sourcing higher level controlled drugs or how he takes payment from those who don’t want to pay in cash.
There’s no way I’d let Odi step foot in here. I have no such qualms though, especially for her.
I burst through the double doors into the overcrowded waiting area, which mostly seems to be full of junkies looking for their next fix, and storm to the reception desk.
The girl behind it, a first year student judging from her timid wide-eyed stare if I had to guess, trembles under my gaze.
“I need to see the doc.”
“C-certainly, if I can just take your details...”
“No.”
“B-but—”
“I need to see the doctor. Now.”
“We currently have a bit of a wait. It’s about four hours.” I snort at that. Yeah, probably because the doc is seeing to the small gaggle of girls in one corner of the waiting room. Probably here for birth control, though they’ll be getting a damn sight more than that when they enter his office.
“I'm not asking.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“I don’t need an appointment.”
“Everyone needs an appointment or they join the end of the queue for walk-ins.” I mean, God loves a trier, so bless this chick for attempting to stand up to me.
“Here’s the thing, doll. The rules don’t apply to me. I’m Trinity. And I’m going in there in thirty seconds regardless of who the doc is balls deep inside, so I suggest you scurry on back there and tell him to finish fast and get his dick clean and tucked back in his pants, otherwise I’ll do all his ‘special patients’ a favour by chopping it off. Get me?”
I casually place the large hunting knife I carry with me at all times on top of the counter and give her my most deranged grin. It works better than Axel’s menacing stare because it seems like I’ll actually relish cutting off this guy’s cock. As if I want to go anywhere near his mangy disease-ridden dick.
The receptionist pales – from my threat, knife, or name drop it’s hard to say – and runs off to warn the doc that I’m coming.
I count to ten then follow her down the dimly lit, grimy corridor, and let myself into the only examination room on the premises. The sleazy doctor is hastily zipping up his fly, ashen-faced, and his ‘patient’ is fumbling to redress as silent tears stream down her face. I guess she didn’t get to finish then.
Despite being absolutely terrified of me, the doc is still pissed enough to level me a glare, but when I stab my knife into the top of his desk with considerable force, he rearranges his expression into something much more suitably deferential.
The receptionist leaves with the patient and the door bangs closed behind them.
“What do you want?” The doc snarls at me, obviously suffering from a severe case of blue balls. It’s the only explanation for his audacity right now. I raise a brow at him and watch in amusement as he gulps and swallows, realising the error of his ways. “I mean, how can I help you today?”
“That’s better.” I grin at him. He’s probably only in his late thirties but his corrupt lifestyle has obviously taken its toll on him because he looks much, much older. Idly, I wonder if he forces himself on his female patients. I can’t imagine anyone being that desperate. “I need the morning after pill. Not for me, obviously.”
“Your whore can go to the GUM clinic for that,” he snaps.
