Chapter 522

"Were you really a nurse?" I found myself asking as I took a sip of the scotch I ordered.

"I was registered and trained to make it look convincing on paper, but no," she confessed. "There were other spies that I worked with at the hospital, so it made it easy to take root there."

I had uncovered many spies throughout the years, and as she said, most of them were doctors, nurses, and even the mortician at the hospital. It was no wonder it was easy for her to fake her own death.

"Well, regardless, you were a huge help today," I told her, lifting my glass to clink hers. "So, thank you."

She smiled at the compliment, the rim of her glass clinking against mine as she took a sip. Her eyes followed my every moment as I took a sip, the scotch making my insides warmer than they'd been before.

I cleared my throat and set the glass down.

"Once one of my gammas gets back to me, we'll get out of here," I told her.

She gave me a sly smile as she sipped her drink.

"Or we could always get a hotel for the night and just stay here," she teased, nudging me.

The thought of staying the night in a hotel with her left my stomach in a knot. Not in a nervous fluttering kind of way, but almost unsettled.

I took another sip of the scotch, the liquor leaving a slight burn in my throat. I furrowed my brows as my vision became hazy.noveldrama

Was I getting drunk?

It took a lot for me to get drunk, and I've only had a few drinks this evening, so that wasn't likely.

"One of my gammas will get back to me soon enough," I assured her.

She looked almost disappointed by my statement, but then gave me a curious look.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked.

"Is it getting hot in here?" I asked, suddenly feeling as if there wasn't enough air in

the room. It was incredibly hot; was I the only one suffering?

"I don't think so," she said, reaching out and touching my cheek.

I leaned into her touch; her hand was

cold and soothing, leaving me feeling slight relief for only a second. Her eyes darkened as she watched me and I could see the hidden desires behind her gaze, a desire that I have seen before, but ignored.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, her voice turning into an almost purr as

she leaned in closer to me. "How about another sip of your drink?”

She pushed the scotch closer to me, and I grabbed it, chugging the rest of it, relieved by the coldness of the ice, but the end result was almost like a punch in the gut when my vision blurred even more and suddenly, I was laughing at the most ridiculous stuff.

Rachel was also laughing as she rubbed herself against my body, her hands draped in my hair and her lips close to my neck as she whispered stuff into my ear; stuff I had no idea what she was saying, but for some reason I found hilarious.

I caught glimpse of the bartender, giving us curious looks. He was human and probably had no idea how powerful I was or else he'd never look me in the eyes.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to book us a room for the night and get stuff prepared,” I caught Rachel's words last minute as she excused herself, telling the bartender to keep an eye on me while she gets things situated.

She doesn't know I own my own suite here at the hotel, and I wasn't going to tell her either. I was about to decline her advances. I reached for my phone, realizing that I didn't have it on me. Where the fuck did my phone go??

I had no idea if any of my Gammas received my texts and if someone was coming or not.

Fuck, even in my drunken state I knew I couldn't spend the night here with her. I might have been loopy and completely out of it, but there was that small part of me that was still in protection mode.

I motioned for the bartender, who came to me right away.

"Need some water?" He asked, watching me carefully.

"I need a favor," my words came out slurred, and I could barely register the man standing in front of me. "Give me..... paper and..... pen." I took deep breaths between each word I spoke.

He nodded and reached for a piece of paper and pen, sliding it in front of me.

I wrote out a name and then a phone number.

"Call this person. Tell them Gavin Landry is in trouble, and they need to get here as soon as possible," I told him, just as darkness started to cloud me.

“Sure," he said as he grabbed the phone that hung on the wall behind him.

I rested my head on the counter as a pounding headache surfaced at my temple; heat consumed my body, making me feel as if I was on fire, and the entirety of the room spun.

The last thing I heard was the bartender speaking into the phone, "Hello, is this Judy Montague?"