Lincoln Hospital (Trauma Series Book 1) by Brightmore Cassia

Author:Brightmore, Cassia [Brightmore, Cassia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Cassia Brightmore
Published: 2016-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

Athena's hand visibly shook as she poured herself a healthy glass of wine later that night in the safety of her high-rise apartment.

She’d lied to Cian when she told him she had a ride home. Conflicted by what she felt after he saved her, she hadn’t wanted to be alone with him. Instead, she drove herself home which in hindsight wasn’t a smart idea. Her hands had shaken the entire time and she’d nearly caused several accidents. Now that she was safely home, what she needed most was a lot of wine and a soak in her tub to wash away the horror of what had nearly happened to her.

She flashed back to the disgusting man's hands on her, the filthy things he'd whispered in her ear, the feel of the cold steel of the knife pressed against her throat. Shuddering, she gulped the wine and took a few deep breaths. If Cian—Dr. O'Reilly—hadn't got to her when he did, who knows what would have happened. The thought had tremors running through her as she fought to shake off the chill.

Heading to the bathroom to make good on her plan to wash the memories away in a soothing bubble bath; Cian's cold eyes crept into her mind. The undiluted rage she'd seen, the concise way he'd disposed of her attacker with precision...well it was a little unnerving, no matter how grateful she was. There was a darkness simmering in him, something beneath the surface that he fought hard to conceal. As terrifying as it was, it was also alluring in a way. Seductive even. Something about his savage skills was damn sexy.

"Get ahold of yourself, you imbecile," she muttered. Lusting after a man that had killed another human that very day, and was her boss no less. It was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. He’d made it clear after their one steamy make-out session that he didn’t want anything to do with her on a romantic level.

A knock on her apartment door startled her and had wine sloshing over the rim of her glass. Panic gripped her as she irrationally thought it was her attacker, before remembering that he was dead.

"Athena." Cian's strong voice flowed from behind the door. "Let me in." Oh, God it was Cian. What the hell was he doing there? Frantic, she looked in the mirror. Her dark tresses were piled on top of her head in a lopsided bun that she quickly tightened into place. Her face had been washed clean of all make-up and she was wearing a ratty, oversized t-shirt that fell to her knees. It was one of her favorite and made the perfect comfy nightgown. With no time to dash to her room to change, she sighed and pulled open the door.

“What are you doing here?” she asked straight away. He was holding two white bags that smelled suspiciously like burgers and fries.

He pushed his way inside and kicked the door closed behind him before answering. “Well when Sabine and I found out that you drove yourself home,” that earned her a stern glare.

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