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Helen’s voice is strong as she calls out for more of the building’s guards. They lead me somewhere. I’m not sure where.

“Ma’am.” I look up at the one speaking to me because somehow I’m sitting now. “Who can we call for you?”

My brain is just static, and I answer automatically.

“Luke Shaw.”

Chapter 30

Luke

As far as rough mornings go, it’s been a while since I’ve had one this bad. I’m great at handling a hangover, but even I can admit that this one is much more intense.

I pull myself up off the floor, ending my worship of the porcelain god, and shuffle to the living room.

“Need Gatorade. And toast.”

For whatever reason, I actually have both right now, and I take the next few minutes to slowly get them down. When I do, I feel much more like a human being.

I just lay back on the couch again when my phone rings.

“Ugh, fuck. Okay, I’m coming.”

Sitting up, I snag it from the coffee table and swipe open the call.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Luke Shaw?”

I don’t recognize the voice, but it has a seriousness to it that gets me jolting straight up, my pulse quickening.

“Yes. How can I help you?”

“Hello, this is security at Lakeshore Valley Hospital. We have a Dr. Stewart here that?—”

“What happened?” I bite out, my heart fully in my throat at this point.

“There was an incident at the hospital. She’s unharmed, but if you?—”

“I’ll be right there.”

I don’t waste time listening to the rest. I hang up and head straight for my shoes and jacket.

Throwing them on over my stocking feet and tee, I grab my keys and practically sprint down to the garage.

You were supposed to be there. You were supposed to drop her off. You could have noticed something. You always check the place out before leaving.

The mad swirl of my thoughts doesn’t let up the entire drive to the hospital.

I get there in record time, and when the guy at the main desk finally lets me through, I rush up to the fourth floor where they’ve got Clara.

“Clara!”

The hallway blurs past as I run, and then I hear her.

“Luke. I’m right here.”

Skidding to a stop, I turn and look behind the nurse’s station, where Clara is sitting on a rolling desk chair.

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