“I’ll kill him,” Lillian screamed. “Bastard, no-good, little…”
Dustin didn’t wait to hear the fallout. He was already out the door and running for the desk. “Help,” he gasped at the wide-eyed nurse still gripping a phone to her cheek. “Lillian Anderson’s room. Paige needs some help.”
Every nerve in his body was jumping, the scar on his abdomen pulsed with phantom pain. The nurse began punching buttons before she even disconnected the call. Two strong men rushed past Dustin before he even clued in that he had left Nicolae in the room. Abandoned him. With a psychotic. And he was too terrified to go back. God help him, for all the love and grace in the world, Dustin was just too scared to turn around and go back for him.