Chapter 72: Somebody Has To Know
(SASHA)
The car screeches to a halt when we get to Mortus clinic. I’m too impatient to wait for the elevator so I take the stairs, two at a time.
Miles hurries fast behind me as we run past the bewildered patients who I’m certain wonder what the fuss is all about but that isn’t my concern right now. The ones who know me don’t wait until I get to them to pave the way. A bile rises at the back of my throat as I push the said doctor’s door open and glance around.,
"Tyler?" I ease inside, not even bothering to close the door behind me. A tall skinny omega turns his attention to me, bewildered just as the patient he is attending to. The examination room looks unkempt. It looks just as I thought, except Tyler isn’t inside.
I make way to the room at the back and flung the door open. Still, there’s no sign of Tyler. I hoped that I’d find him in there. I hoped that he’d be lying on that bed. I just hope that he can pop out magically, even with a little damage done, but just here.
A quick glance around the room completely dashes that hope.
I unholster my gun and turn to Mortus, the trigger halfway depressed. I don’t have time for his bullshit. He was more than willing to watch my omega bleed out on that disgusting bed all because he was too greedy. He looks at me and mutters something that I can’t quite place. I’m curious to blow this fucker’s brains off but I can’t do that just yet because he is my best shot at finding Tyler.
"Where is he?"
"Where’s who?" he lifts his trembling hands over his head. I can already sense a commotion building outside but I don’t care. I’m either leaving this dump with Tyler or with Mortus’ brains on the floor.
"Tyler," I yell. "Tyler Adonis.
"He said he was going out to get some air," the scared receptionist shouts from beneath her desk.