The surveillance device is awash with blood. It looks disturbing, and at the same time, quite fascinating. I feel compelled to snap a picture of it and of my open wound. After all, I may need some documentation to show police that in my case, as well as Pa’s, Dr. Patel went well beyond the call of duty.
I wipe the device clean, careful not to cause any squeaks that will give away what I’m doing.
Meanwhile, Michael takes care of my wound, dressing it. He even combs my hair over the bandage to help conceal it somewhat. Then, in his deepest, sexiest voice, he asks, “So, Ash? Was it good for you?”
I kiss him. And knowing the device is still on, I top it off with, “Oh, was it ever! ”
Laughter rolls in his throat. “Don’t start, you naughty girl. I’m totally spent right now.”
“Me too.” I yawn, intentionally. “You took a lot out of me.”
“Yes I did!” Michael gives me a little wink. “Glad to be of service.”
“And you, dear? Was it good for you?”
“Oh, better than ever! But for some reason, Ash, I felt as if you had another man on your mind all the while.”
Is Michael giving away our game? No, not really. To Dr. Patel, the notion that I can’t take him out of my head—even as I give my body to his rival—may be intriguing. He may be fooled into thinking, in his own perverted way, that he is the one in control. He is the one who owns me.
Let him congratulate himself.
“Oh,” I say, “That’s for me to know and for you to wonder about, dear.”
Months after recovering from coma, Ash discovers that the man who performed her brain surgery has a questionable medical experience and a dark past. Should she expose him, at the risk of becoming vulnerable to his revenge?
"Beauty of prose bound together with a sensitive thriller make this very special new series from a very fine writer." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame, Top 100 Reviewer
"Beauty of prose bound together with a sensitive thriller make this very special new series from a very fine writer." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame, Top 100 Reviewer
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