Page 67 of Her Vengeful King

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It’s got black walls and red bedding, which seems kind of vampire-esque, but whatever. I guess it fits his quirky personality.

The woman sits on the bed beside me, glancing down as she tries to avoid me.

”My name’s Haley. What’s yours?”

″Yulia.”

″Beautiful name. I’m a doctor. May I check your bruises?”

She nods.

″Perfect.” I press my fingers along her cheekbones, checking for swelling or breaks. They’re older markings, so I can at least hope that means they haven’t been put on her by Sean.

″Do you know when your last menstrual cycle was?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know what days it is.”

″Is there a possibility you could be pregnant?”

″Yes. He never used protection. None of them.”

″Them?”

″Mr. Sean didn’t tell you? I’m a prostitute.”

No, he fucking didn’t. I bite the inside of my cheek, sucking in a breath. I’m going to kill Cal for getting me involved in this bullshit. “Are you here against your will, Yulia?”

She shrugs, not answering the question.

″I brought some things. I want to take some blood to make sure you’re healthy. Is that okay?”

She nods again.

″Perfect. First—” I shuffle around my bag, pulling out a urine cup and a pregnancy test. “Can you use the restroom and catch some urine for me?”

She grabs the cup, hurrying into the bathroom. When she returns, I dip the stick, as well as another to test for drugs. All items I’ve managed to get at the drug store, but this would be so much fucking easier if I had access to a hospital.

I examine her, finding she has an infected cut on her chest, but I have no access to antibiotics to treat her. She seems to be okay otherwise. I let her sit up from the bed, and grab the urine sticks.

Fuck.

″Yulia, you have some drugs in your system.”

She nods. “He drugged me.”

″Do you know what with?”

″No. They make me tired and he did what he pleased. Mister Sean protect me from him.”

Yulia’s explanation helps ease my frustration with Callum and Sean.

Glancing at the pregnancy test in my hand, I suck in a deep breath. “You’re also pregnant.”

″No.” She shakes her head. “I do not want more babies. I have one already.”

″You do?”

″She took from me.”


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