1 The Black Rose Chronicles, Deceit and Lies: by A K Michaels

Author:A K Michaels [Michaels, A K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2015-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Rose heard voices but they seemed far away and muted as she tried to open her eyes. Her head pounded and her lips felt dry and cracked as her tongue darted out to try and moisten them. It didn’t seem to help as her tongue appeared to be just as dry. Forcing her eyelids to lift she was instantly confused. A load of medical paraphernalia was the first thing she saw and she wondered where the fuck she was.

A hospital? Hell, there were no hospitals.

She could hear a conversation nearby and tried to concentrate on the words. Someone was giving some kind of report. “I can’t say for sure. I’m sorry but she has a severe concussion with a small bleed inside her skull. I can’t operate on her, Mr. Allarde. I’m not qualified for that sort of surgery. I’m not even sure if there’s anyone left that could do it safely.”

“You’re a doctor and one I’d been led to believe was a surgeon.”

She recognized the second voice and for no reason the sides of her mouth tugged upwards.

“Yes, and yes, but I was a heart surgeon. I’ve never operated on a brain before. If I do something wrong she could die.”

“For fuck sake!”

Allarde sounded pissed and she heard the distinct sound of something smashing.

“I’m sorry.” The other man’s voice sounded scared.

“Is there any way to find out if there’s someone that can do the procedure?” Allarde’s tone was clipped as he spoke and she realized she liked hearing his voice, even if he did still sound angry. Her muddled brain knew that was wrong. He was her target for goodness sake. She’d come here for one thing and one thing only: kill Cassius Allarde.

The stranger’s voice muttered, “Possibly, I’m not sure.”

“That’s not a fucking answer,” Allarde shouted and she decided she’d try and save the other man from any more grief.

“Hello.” She tried to shout and was more than a little surprised it came out as barely a whimper.

She fought to get up into a sitting position but stopped when her head pounded even more. Nausea gripped her stomach and she stayed still, not wanting to vomit again. Jeez, she’d puked more in the last day than she had in years. Raising a hand to her face she felt her head, cold and clammy, equaled not good. Shit.

“You’re awake.” Allarde’s voice broke into her consciousness. “How are you feeling?”

She gave him a small smile. “Where am I and I’ll apologize now in case I puked on your nice carpet.”

His hand waved away her words. “Don’t worry about it. Please.” He sat down next to her. “Don’t try and move. You’ve got a bad head injury.”

“Really?” Rose asked as she watched him stare hard at her, his gaze intense and strangely comforting.

“Yes.” He reached for a small bottle of water, opening it and placing a straw inside. “Here, have a few sips.”

“Thanks.” She gratefully sucked on the straw to get the beautiful liquid into her painfully dry mouth.

“You’ve been out for almost three days.

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