Chapter 127

The doctor recoils, scolded, and red-faced, but I can feel his simmering anger at the mention of Sierra. The spark of absolute rage in him before he was shut down and paces off to bubble under the surface, grabbing a nearby rag and twisting it between his hands as we pass him. I can tell he’s trying so hard to hold his tongue. I’m speechless, though, my mind racing at the confirmation she’s here, and my mouth runs dry. I don’t fight Deacon as he bodily hauls me out the door at speed. No consideration that his grip is leaving marks on my skin or that I’m tripping over every step as I try to regain control of my legs. His fingers bite into my arm as my legs, like jelly under me, try to keep up with his long, fast stride. I end up clinging to his side like a needy child, aware my gown is sliding off, and I catch sight of the doctor one last time as he follows us out into the hallway, and I strain back to see. He looks sad, defeated, and as he watches me get dragged away, I lock my eyes on