“Unfortunately,” I say.
“I’ll run these labs right away.”She heads out in a flash.
Really?Well, I’ll cop to being the evil bastard’s stepdaughter if it’ll get me out of here more quickly.
So now?
I fucking wait.
Victor, where are you?
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I’m numb.
So very numb.Surprised.Even a little happy.And numb.
I arrive back at my place and look for something—anything—that seems familiar to me.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
This is no longer home.
Home is where Rogan is…and right now?I don’t even know if he’s alive.
We’re mates, right?If he were truly gone, I’d feel it.Right?
“I don’t fucking know,” I say out loud.
All I know is the results of my blood tests threw me for a fucking loop.
You’d better be alive, Rogan.
What will I do?What will I do without the man I love?How will I deal with what’s to come?
My thoughts are cut off when I remember the file folders.There they still sit on the coffee table, where I threw them before I went to the hospital.
I plunk down on my couch and open the one markedVictor Rogan.
And I drop my jaw.
Medical files.My father has Rogan’s medical files.How?He must have hacked them somehow—or rather, hired someone to hack them.
Or—
Fuck.He used mind control to get them.Such a damned hypocrite!Always telling me there’s no excuse for misusing mind control.
Of course, he’d get around that by telling me this wasn’t a misuse.That heneededthese records.But why?
I’m too curious not to look.He’s my mate, so his health is certainly my business.
Height, weight, basic physical characteristics.
And blood work.A lot of blood work.
The usual stuff, of course.Blood counts.Metabolic panel.Lipid panel.Liver count.Thyroid.Cardiac biomarkers…