Chapter 222 EMERGENCY, THERE'S BEEN A BREACH
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.
Everleigh stared at me, her eyes wide and full of horror. She slapped a palm to her mouth, visibly trembling as she stared at the door for a second before turning to me again, her voice shaken and terrified. She’d heard the tremor in my voice when I said the word ‘her’….she knew there was one person who brought that reaction out of me.
"Kai, what are you saying? Marloise is dead!" Everleigh’s voice went thin, a frantic edge cutting through her forced composure. She rushed toward me, her heels clicking like frantic heartbeats on the hardwood before she kicked them off without regard, her skin cold against my suddenly heated one.
I could smell it…the stench of myself from years ago. The blood, the piss, the shit…Everything I had to suffer because Marloise wanted to save Tony, a stuffed teddy bear, from the very fire she threw him into right in front of me.
She’s forced me to step into the flames to save the bear. I did, my seven-year-old self terrified, but not left with any choice. The fire licked away at my skin, but I pushed through, terrified she would hit me with her whip again. When I gave the burnt bear to her, she wasn’t satisfied…and the rest…was a bloody blur. "The DNA from the crash in Seville states that she died with that driver…..... the body was unrecognizable, but everything pointed to her. The height, the dentition….she….it’s not possible..."
"It was a decoy, Everleigh!" I roared, the sound echoing off the sterile walls. My hand was a blur as I reached for the Glock 19 tucked into my waistband. I never left the house without a weapon ever since I turned fifteen and learned how to shoot.
It felt like the only way I could protect myself in case she returned. I swore to myself that if I ever saw Marloise again, I would be the one to end her…no matter what. And now, she has Aurora.
Terror rippled through me. What if I lose her again…what if I have already lost her? No! We have time; so much time. We should have time.
She and I had our lives stolen from us. It would be unfair for it to be stolen again just when we’ve reunited. "She’s a doctor of the macabre! You think she couldn't find a body with her own height and dentition? She’s been playing us since the moment we left Spain!"
Everleigh croaked, a pained, hollow sound spilling from her lips as she fell to the floor. I made an effort to push the darn door open. even if it meant I would lose my shoulder in the process. Suddenly, the heavy silence of the clinic was shattered.
"OH MY GOD! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
A young receptionist was stumbling out of the janitor’s supply closet, her face splattered with something dark red and sticky. She fell to her knees, pointing a shaking finger at the small, cramped space. "Dr. Misha... she’s... she’s in the closet! There's so much blood!"
Everleigh let out a strangled cry, her hands flying to her mouth. My blood turned to liquid nitrogen. If the real Misha was dead in a closet, then the woman behind this door, the woman currently treating Aurora, was the ghost I had been running from my entire life.
"CALL 911!" Everleigh shrieked at the receptionist, her maternal mask finally shattering into a thousand broken pieces. "CALL THE POLICE! NOW!"