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“Stay away from her!” I growl, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back before my eyes go to Skyla. “Angel, you want me to keep him away?”
Wide eyed, she nods and clutches a pillow in her hand. The pillow that I sleep on.
“She’ll die if I don’t tend to her,” the doctor cries and my heart freezes. “My goodness look at that bed. It’s like a crime scene.”
Ignoring him, I murmur, “Angel, you need to let him close.” I go to my knees by her bed and she gasps,
“But I’m scared, Phantom.”
“I’m right here. If I ever allow anything bad to happen to you, I’ll give you my dagger and let you gut me.” I inhale. “How ever many times you deem necessary.”
Her eyes roll back and the doctor shakes his head. “You’re babying her,” he mutters and I growl,
“Shut the fuck up!”
The doctor shudders but grits his teeth. “A firm hand is crucial in a case like this. She doesn’t know what’s best for her and neither do you apparently. If you hadn’t called me she never would have survived considering you seem to give into her every whim.”
I’m going to kill him. Kill him for talking like that to me.
“Do your damn job. And if she doesn’t survive...”
“Big whoop,” the doctor murmurs, shoving me out of the way and I’m thinking he has a death wish. “Give me your arm,” he snaps at Skyla who’s clutching her arms to her chest as if she’s scared of losing a limb.
“You have to give him your arm, angel,” I whisper and she cries when I take it and hold it out for the doctor. She tries struggling but I have a firm grip. A tear slides down my cheek at her suffering but I brush it off and she doesn’t notice.
Muttering to himself, the doctor pierces her skin with the needle. Skyla’s lids flutter before she goes unconscious and I stare down at her. All this misery simply because she was trying to save me.
I don’t deserve her. The world doesn’t deserve her.
Stroking her over the head, I stop as a growl builds up in my chest. The doctor’s hands are tugging at Skyla’s clothes and I snarl. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Her clothes need to come off for the surgery.”
Right...didn’t think of that. But I’ll be damned if I let him take them off. Instead I grab a pair of scissors and cut them up. Her denims are patched and too thin for this weather. Her sweater has holes in it and her jacket’s three sizes too big.
My baby’s down-and-out. Fuck, am I going to take care of her. Spoil the hell out of her.
“The underwear too,” the doctor says but I snap,
“The underwear stays on.”
And hell...I know now’s not the time and that I shouldn’t care but I’m still crazy relieved she’s not wearing anything tantalizing and that her panties cover both her cheeks. Sneering, I throw a look over my shoulder to see if the doctor’s staring but he’s busy somewhere else.
“Done...,” I say and he proceeds with the surgery. I stand by and watch because how can you trust a mortal to care for an angel. But he does a good job and it mildens my aggression. Still, I don’t trust him and I warn, “If she doesn’t survive...”
He stops with what he’s doing and pants, “You can’t keep threatening me. I’m already nervous enough as it is. I suggest you go for a walk.”
Scowling at him, I feel like breaking something. I need to go before I lose control. With one last look at Skyla, I leave and get into my car. The drive’s automatic and I stop by the warehouse and finish up my work.
Dumping the bodies, I stare out over the dark canal, over the shimmering water and my fists clench.
I need Skyla to live so damn bad.
I thought I was something before her but now I know that without her...I’m nothing.
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The front door doesn’t even get the time to properly close before I’m at Skyla’s bed again. Stroking her cheek, I ask,
