"The first thing we need to do is call Liam," Marcus says, checking his phone. "I called him earlier, so he knows that Father is here at the hospital, but I need to update him. We're going to need his help, both with Jack Darlington and the press."Marcus makes a face and shakes his head, scrolling down his screen."What's wrong?" I ask."Only about the 35,000 missed calls I have from everyone from Mother to Joel's wife to about 16 different news agencies," Marcus sighs. "Damn it, what a mess. All right. Liam first. I'll step out into the hallway – is there a private place to make this call?" He addresses this question to Dr. Madison."I'll show you to the conference room on this floor," she says. "You can make the call in privacy from there."They leave together, and I'm left with the unconscious Alpha. I scoot over closer to his bed and take his hand in mine. It's very cold."I'll see about getting you another blanket or two," I murmur to him, reaching my other hand to sweep his hai
Dr. Madison goes over the treatment plan with the Luna, with Marcus and Liam listening attentively. After she finishes, all of us but the Luna retire to the conference room to talk further about our options for discussing the situation with the police and the press."Jack is on his way here now," Liam says, checking the time on his phone. "We really can't let him be seen by the press; how are we going to get him in here?""He can come in through a staff entrance," Dr. Madison says, twirling a pen in her long fingers and tapping it absentmindedly against the notepad in front of her. I smile to myself – I wonder if this is a common fidget habit for restless doctors, since I do it myself."He's coming in plainclothes, as I instructed him," Liam says. "So, that should work. Will the nurses at your station know the best place for him to come in?""Yes, absolutely," Dr. Madison says. "My nurses are the best at discretion, you'll find. They live to protect their patients.""I'll go talk to t
"How could this have happened?" Charles shrieks, flinging another paperweight across the room. It shatters against the fireplace, collapsing into shards of pottery dust and sharp corners. Darlene winces; she'd been rather fond of that one.They've met to discuss the matter at the Hardys' home, since the mansion is too risky. Too many ears everywhere, Charles seethes. Too many little spies, counterspies, working against him. The Alpha should be dead. That wretched little doctor should never have been able to save him."It's like she has a goddamn sixth sense," Charles says, pacing erratically. "No one was supposed to interrupt him for at least another hour, which would've given the poison time to finish its work."He always rests for two hours after lunch, no meetings or interruptions allowed. Of course, that's the one time that Dr. Goddamn Prism decides that rules don't apply to her, that she can request an audience with the Alpha during his private study time."And of course, instead
I'm still absolutely baffled by the lunch invitation I received from Becki, but Marcus, the Alpha, the Luna, Liam, and I all agreed it would be best to go and see what she's up to now. I ran it by Kent and the rest of the gang, too."I don't know, either," Kent says, stirring his coffee and tapping his spoon on the edge of the mug before taking a big gulp. "But I agree: best to go see what she wants, probably? Ty, what do you think?""I agree," Ty says from over at the oven, where he's pulling some bake-and-serve cinnamon rolls out. "I figure they're trying to get close to the Alpha again, for what it's worth.""Sounds right to me," Torsten says from his spot at the table. "They don't know that Nicole is…well, Nicole," he points out. "They think she's some doctor from Australia, who doesn't know how Becki is tied up with Charles and everybody else.""So, it would make sense to befriend 'Dr. Prism' to try to get a shot at getting close enough at the Alpha to take him out again," Brady
I find myself becoming fond of the investigator, Jack Darlington, almost immediately. I first meet him in the Alpha's hospital room, a couple of days before he's due to be discharged and sent home. I'd been sent to help Liam with the press the first time he came to see the Alpha and had missed him.The Alpha is in a private room, now that the danger has passed. He's just being kept for supervision for a few days, to make sure that everything is going as it should with his recovery. I spend almost all morning, every morning with him, and he's rapidly regaining his strength.Werewolves are fast healers – they sort of have to be, considering the changes their bodies go through when they transform into wolves and back. Safe in the hospital, away from the anxiety that he's about to be poisoned at any moment, the Alpha is able to relax and recover without stress.His body is taking advantage of the respite and repairing itself very well. The color in the Alpha's face has returned, and his e
"And after Dr. Prism approached you with her concerns, you decided to be solely responsible for delivering the Alpha's food, is that correct?" Jack asks, his pen poised over his notebook as he waits for a response."That's correct," Jenson says. "And I have been diligent in my duties, I can tell you that, sir. I truly have no idea how anything could have slipped past me.""Why don't you walk me through your protocols?" Jack suggests. Jenson bristles slightly, and Jack must notice it, too, because he adds: "I don't suspect you at all, Mr. Jenson. Nothing indicates to me that you were involved in this in any way."I just need to figure out how the culprit slipped by the protective measures that you, Dr. Prism, and Mrs. Potts set up. When we know the how, we can hopefully narrow down onto the who, if you see what I mean."Jenson looks mollified, and his expression turns from defensive to thoughtful."Well, Mrs. Potts prepares the Alpha's food and drink separately," he says. "And she neve
"I just don't understand," Charis Robinson says to her son over family dinner. "I know they said it was a heart attack, but I also heard that a private investigator has been at the mansion, asking questions.""Who told you that?" Charles asks, his fork freezing mid air. "I haven't heard anything about a private investigator. And I'd think I'd be the first to know."Charis shrugs. "I have friends in high places, too, you know.
"So, that's where we had to leave it," I finish, taking a sip of my tea. I'm sitting in Marcus's office, updating him on the results of the investigation. He's not behind his desk, but sitting in the armchair next to me in his little seating area in front of his fireplace.It's so cozy here. Of course, we don't have a fire lit – it's July in New England, after all. But the vibes are still so warm and soft. I could sit here every day of my life with Marcus, drinking tea and talking through our problems together.