She was taking the glory for what I did! And while I didn’t want anyone knowing it was me, it still hurt to see someone lie confidently with my efforts.
Could she be any worse?
“She’s unbelievable,” I huffed, but I didn’t think Guinevere heard me.
“Did you say something, dear?”
I shook my head. I’d only be shooting myself in the leg if I told her Marta was lying.
“How’s the man? Has he said anything since he woke up?”
She explained to me that he’d mostly been sleeping and hadn’t spoken much. She also told me who he was. He was just a regular member from a neighboring Pack.
“The few times he was awake, he’s been insisting on meeting the doctor that saved him. So, Marta will be coming to see him soon.”
My heart skipped a frantic beat. He wants to see me.
But now, Marta has claimed the glory.
No! What if he calls Marta what he called me? Or would he be able to tell that we’re different?
Guinevere’s phone rang, and she excused herself to pick it.
I stared at the man for some time. He was deep asleep. There was nothing I could do.
I returned home with this deep ache in my heart. I hated that I was this troubled.
Gods, I should’ve listened to Jace.
I dropped my bag on the bed and was about taking off my jewelry in front of the dresser when my eyes caught onto something on the table.
My brows furrowed as I picked it up, wanting to have a clear look at it. And when I read the note, my breath froze.
MARTA
She walked into the patient’s room with Guinevere. She had to wait around since the man was demanding for her and was called as soon as he was awake.
“Mr. Pete. How’re you feeling?” She asked with a warm smile.
The man might have been sleeping for a long time, but he still looked dizzy.
He shifted his eyes to Guinevere. “I asked for the woman that healed me.’
“You did. And she’s in front of you,” Guinevere furrowed her brows.
The man gave Marta a long stare before shaking his head. “She’s not… She’s not.
IT
Chills spread through Marta’s abdomen. This was the reason she had been reluctant to see him. But Guinevere kept insisting, saying their patient’s satisfaction was important. And there wasn’t much Marta could do to go against her superior.
She put up one of her best smiles as she addressed him again. “Sir, I understand that you’ve been in coma for a long time. You’re probably confused and-“
“No. I saw her. I know what she looks like. I need to see her.”
Marta’s countenance fell. It was a good thing Guinevere was standing behind her and couldn’t see the soured expression on her face.
“Mr. Pete, a lot of people come and go in this room. Nurses had to come in every single day to check on you. You’re probably mistaking one of them for this woman. You’re my patient, and I’m telling you, I was the one who brought you out of coma.”
Still, the man shook his head, not convinced. He knew what the doctor looked like.
“She was beautiful,” he voiced out, his eyes staring distantly at the ceiling. “Had green eyes, oval face, long hair.” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “She was very beautiful. You’re not her.”
Marta’s hands balled into fists.
“Could he be referring to Lyric?” Guinevere asked from behind, sending more fear to Marta’s heart.
She could count the number of doctors that had those eyes, and judging from how beautiful the man claimed this person was, Guinevere could only think of Lyric.
“I-I don’t think so,” Marta stuttered, turning to the woman. “He’s just very confused. I believe when he’s rested enough, he’ll see that he’s mistaken.”
The man shook his head, wanting to protest, but Marta put a hand on his shoulder. “You should sleep now, Mr. Pete.”
But Guinevere spoke again, further complicating things for her. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring the doctor I have in mind to you tomorrow. You’ll tell me if she was the one or not.”
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LYRIC
‘If you want to have more of that dream, take this. You have a choice.’
I read the note over and over again, wanting to be sure I wasn’t mistaken.
Who left this in my room? How can anyone even have access to my locked room?
More importantly, how does anyone know about my dream?
I paced the room for minutes, digging my fingers into my hair, trying to make sense of the note.
My dream.
The one with Jaris.
The one where I wanted more.
Of course, I’d been craving for more since it happened. But this…this note didn’t seem right. Did Jaris send it?
No, he didn’t. Jaris didn’t like me. He wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.
But what was this pill?
I took it out of the small pack and observed it in my palm. I’d never seen it before. What if it was something dangerous?
Hours passed.
I couldn’t eat.
Even Jace could tell there was something wrong when he came to check up on me. He asked, but I couldn’t tell him the truth I couldn’t tell him I’d been having sex dreams with Jaris, and now, someone just offered to help me keep having those dreams.
I’d planned on questioning the twins’ nanny today to know about their birth, but the pill had completely taken over my mind.
Even until midnight, I couldn’t sleep.
I stood in front of the dresser, holding the pill in my hand. What kind of dream would I have if I took this? How different would it be from the one that happened the last time?
Despite how dangerous it was to take something strange given by someone unknown, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was curious and wanted this. We might be at loggerheads in reality, but I wanted to feel more of him in my dream. I wanted him to kiss me. Wanted him to touch me more than he did the last time.
If I die being curious…well. I shrugged.
I looked at the time. It was past midnight.
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