Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
I shrug my shoulders. “We’ve already worked out that my mind is a little fucked up at the moment, so I can’t be blamed for the stupid shit that comes out of my mouth,” I say, knowing damn well that’s a cop out. “So, hit me with it, Knight Slater. What happened to Morticia?”
He watches me for a moment, consideration deep in those dark eyes. “You don’t like doll?”
I scoff. “I have a voodoo doll tattooed behind my ear. I more than love doll,” I confirm, making sure he truly catches on to just how much I like it. “I just . . . equally love Morticia.”
Knight gets up from the chair and leans in toward me, his hand braced on the mattress beside my thigh, his face inching toward mine until his lips drop to my shoulder, gently kissing the curve of my neck. “Morticia is well and truly alive,” he rumbles, dropping his tone low. “That tends to come out when you’re being the sexy little morgue freak that you are.”
My cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs beneath my blankets, the idea of being his sexy little morgue freak doing wicked things to me, but considering I pulled stitches yesterday and have barely even begun to heal after being jumped and having emergency surgery, that’s going to have to wait. “And doll?”
He takes a breath, pulling back just an inch and taking my chin between his skilled fingers, holding my stare. “Doll is . . . more.”
I nod, understanding exactly what he’s saying, then despite my declaration of things not going back to how they were before, he closes the gap between us and gently brushes his lips over mine in the sweetest kiss.
A soft moan slips from beneath my lips, and just as he pulls back, a knock sounds at the door.
Knight reluctantly pulls away and drops into the chair as my gaze sails toward the door, watching it open slowly. A head pops into the room with a wide grin, and I immediately smile back as the rest of her body eventually follows her in.
“Oh hey, you crazy bitch. I heard you were up here. I had to come check for myself,” Amelia—one of the doctors I suffered through med school with—says as she welcomes herself in with her lunch. Her brow arches with intrigue as she notices the Adonis sitting beside me. “God damn. Who’s the juicy man-meat?”
Knight smirks to himself, but I jump in with a response before he gets a chance. “He’s just some asshole who thinks he knows what’s best for me.”
“Oh, tough break,” she teases. “I had one of those. Got rid of him so fast, he left scuff marks on my floor. But then, he didn’t look like that.”
I nod, understanding the dilemma more than she will ever know. “Yeah, he also fucks like a god, so it makes getting rid of him a real issue.”
“I can only imagine.”
Knight lifts his gaze, meeting mine and conveying every last thought in that brilliant mind of his without saying a single word. “Don’t think I won’t bend you over and spank that sweet ass just because you have company.”
A stupid grin stretches across my lips. “I’d like to see you try,” I say, mimicking his earlier comments.
His eyes flash with the challenge, but as Amelia makes herself comfortable on the end of my bed and dives into her lunch, he backs down, leaving me to catch up with my friend. “Don’t stop on account of me,” Amelia mutters around her salad roll, shoveling it in as though she hasn’t eaten for two days straight—which is highly likely. “I’m down for a show.”
Knight laughs and reaches out a hand. “I’m Knight. The asshole who does in fact know what’s best for her.”
“Ahhh, I see,” she says, taking his hand and giving it a small shake. “Dr. Levine. The asshole who likes to think she knows what’s best for everyone, but you can call me Amelia.”
“Nice to meet you, Amelia.”
She gives him a polite smile before shifting her gaze back to me, but there’s a deep curiosity in her stare that makes me uneasy. I can tell she has more than just a few questions about how I ended up here.
“Haven’t seen you in forever,” I say, getting in with a diversion before she gets a chance to unleash on me, knowing that at some point, she’s going to be called to attend some Grey’s Anatomy bullshit sooner or later.
“Yeah,” she scoffs. “Because for some reason, you decided it would be a great idea to work night shift in the land of the dead, and everyone is too scared to go down there. You’re on your own, babe. But it’s a two-way street, you could always venture up here to where people actually have heartbeats every now and then.”