Beyond The Veil (The Veil Series) by DaCosta Pippa

Author:DaCosta, Pippa [DaCosta, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-02-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Salt water bubbled up my throat. I bucked against the wooden boards beneath me and coughed water from my lungs. My stomach heaved up water and the remains of my meal, dumping it unceremoniously on the decking beside me. I spluttered and spat, my throat burning, eyes watering, but I was alive.

“She’s okay!”

I didn’t recognize the voice, or the people looming over me. Someone rushed in and wrapped a blanket around me, saying the paramedics were on the way. I might have muttered something about being fine, which of course I clearly was not. It took a few minutes before I could stand. Flashing blue lights danced off the yachts around me. Police cars and fire trucks lined the marina. Glass glistened on the roadway. An ambulance peeled its way through the crowd. Someone asked me if I knew what had happened. I shook my head quickly, wet hair clinging to my cheeks. The marina looked as though it had survived a bomb blast. I began to tremble, shock rattling my bones. I couldn’t quite breathe. My head spun. I had to stop walking and clutch hold of the stranger who’d been helping me. When the paramedics finally got to me, I needed them.

***

By the time I arrived at the city hospital, I’d regained some of my wits. I couldn’t stay there, not without them asking too many questions. I still had the death of a detective hanging over me not to mention a Prince of Hell trying to kill me. At the first opportunity, I found the washrooms and attempted to clean myself up. My reflection didn’t look like me at all. The woman in the mirror looked like death warmed up—literally. I ignored her terrified eyes, her bruised flesh, and dozens of cuts and tried to gather my thoughts into a coherent order.

“He tried to kill me.” My wide-eyed reflection peered back at me. The demon inside me twisted anxiously, knotting a ball of pain. I could argue I’d brought it on myself, but Akil had been the one poking the sleeping tiger with a stick. He should have left well alone.

There was nothing I could do with my appearance. I tried to comb my fingers through my tangled hair, but the knots refused to give in. I’d have to walk out of the hospital and hope I didn’t get stopped. Outside the washroom door, a hand gripped my arm. I turned, armed with a stock response about being fine, only to find Stefan frowning at me. I snatched my arm free of his grip and brushed my hair back, preferring to watch the people flow through the corridor around us than see the concern on his face. He was going to be nice, and if he did that, I’d likely cry. I sure as hell was not crying in front of him, or anyone.

“I’m sorry.” He stepped into me as someone briskly brushed by him. I backed up, finding the wall to lean against as he bowed his head, searching my expression.

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