Chapter 106

Erin’s POV

“Try not to move too much!” The nurse said as I attempted to sit up in bed.

My heart was racing at lightning speed against my ribcage, making me want to throw up. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold in the contents of my stomach.

Where the hell was Gavin? What were these rumors about spreading across the hospital? Was Gavin responsible for this?

“Where’s…” My voice trailed off as sharp pain coursed through my throat, causing me to wince.

“It’s probably better if you didn’t speak for right now,” the nurse said with a timid frown. “Let me get the doctor to take a look at you.”

I didn’t want the doctor, I wanted to know where Henry and Gavin were. But when I tried to speak again, I was met with a round of painful coughs instead. Tears wedged in my eyes as pain coursed through my body.

I lay my head back down and waited for the doctor to make an appearance.

“Glad to see you are awake,” the doctor said with a fond smile as he came around my bedside. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we?”

I allowed him to do a few examinations, including drawing some blood.

“Open your mouth,” he said as he placed what looked like a popsicle stick, in my mouth, and then he turned on a small light to view the back of my throat. “It’s a little red. Nothing that little antibiotics and warm tea can’t fix. I’ll have a nurse bring you some tea in a few minutes.”

Once he left, I stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t have the time to be sitting in the hospital. We still needed to find out who the leader of the Slayers are so we can put an end to them. They had taken another life and they couldn’t get away with it.

My question was, why would they take Susanna’s life?

A tight knot formed in my stomach at the very thought of it.

I needed to find out where Henry was.

…

Henry’s POV

Henry spent most of the day in his law office in the middle of the city. He thought of Erin often while he spent time in his office; her photo sat in a silver frame with small flowers decaling the outer edges.

He ran his hand down the picture; he couldn’t help the fond smile on his face. She looked beautiful in that photo. She wore a white wedding dress with a long veil. He stood beside her with an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

They were both laughing at something in this photo.

Both looked incredibly happy; Henry doesn’t remember the last time he was that happy.

It wasn’t even a real wedding. It was just a mock wedding to make their marriage look real.

His phone went off, bringing him back to the present moment. He grabbed his phone out of his desk drawer and frowned at the unknown number.

It was a text message.

“Can I swing by your office so we can speak?”

Henry had no idea who this message was from; it didn’t look familiar to him.

“May I ask who this is?”

“You’ll see when I get there. The less I say, the better.”

Henry’s brows knitted together as he stared at the message.

“Come by this afternoon,” Henry sent, placing his phone back in his desk drawer.

The afternoon came quickly; Henry still had no idea who he was about to be meeting, but he had a feeling it was going to be soon. It’s been a slow day in the office; Henry spent most of his morning organizing his notes for Judy Conrad’s trial day, which was only a few days away.

Hopefully, once everything is settled in court, Judy would be free to go and she can finally move on with her life.

Judy was a sweet woman and deserved the world. She also doesn’t belong in the werewolf world and should be able to go back to the human world without fearing her husband.

Henry shook his mind of the thought, but not until his office phone began to ring.

He recognized the ringtone to be the front desk.

“Yes, Christine?” Henry said into the phone to his receptionist.

“Hello, Mr. Henry. I know you are busy, but a gentleman is out here saying he has an appointment with you. However, I don’t see one in the books.”

“Did he give you a name?” Henry asked, leaning back in his chair.

Christine was quiet for a moment and then she spoke again in a low tone, almost a whisper.

“No,” she whispered. “Actually, he’s wearing a head scarf, so I can’t see who it is.”

That was suspicious and it caused Henry to be worried. Why go out of his way to hide his identity? What exactly was he hiding?

“Send him in,” Henry finally said after a beat of silence.

“Right away,” Christine said before hanging up the phone.

Henry sat with his fingers entwined together and placed them on his desk, waiting for this mystery gentleman to make an appearance.

He heard the tapping of shoes against the marble flooring until it stopped right outside his office door. There was a moment of pause where Henry held his breath, waiting for his doorknob to turn and for this man to enter his office.

He waited with anticipation and almost eagerness. He was intrigued by the secrecy and wanted to know this gentleman’s true identity.

Soon, the door was opening, and a tall, broad figure stood in front of Henry’s desk. As Christine had said, he wore a silky cashmere scarf that was wrapped around his face like a cold winter’s night. He wore a trench coat as well, hiding most of his body, right down to his incredibly expensive shoes.

Henry knew right away, based on his scent, that he was a human. It wasn’t strange for humans to visit Henry because Henry was the most well-known and best lawyer in the entire world.

“What can I do for you, sir?” Henry said right away.

The man was quiet for a moment, and then he reached his hands towards his scarf.

This was the moment Henry was waiting for. He was waiting to see who this guy was.

He slowly began to remove the scar from his head and once he did, Henry stared up at the man he knew only from photos.

“Mr. Conrad?” Henry asked, furrowing his brows together as he poured his eyes into Judy’s soon-to-be ex-husband. “I have to say that I’m surprised to see you here. Please, take a seat.”

Mr. Conrad stared at the chair for a moment; Henry could tell he was uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn’t used to being in the werewolf world. A lot of humans didn’t trust wolves and vice versa, but they’ve learned to coexist.

Eventually, Mr. Conrad took a seat.

“What can I do for you?” Henry asked again once it was clear Mr. Conrad wasn’t going to speak.

“I know you represent my wife, but there’s something you need to know about her. Something I can’t keep quiet about anymore…”

He had Henry’s undivided attention at that point. Henry leaned in closer, trying to keep the interested smirk off his face.

“And what would that be?” Henry asked.

“She tells people that I abuse her… but it’s not true,” he said, his tone filled with seriousness. “She’s the one who abuses me.”

“She has bruises all over her—”

“She did them herself, Mr. Henry,” Mr. Conrad said firmly, cutting off Henry’s words. “I’m telling you… she’s insane. She’s the one who abuses me.”