Page 12 of Bratva Beast

My eyes cast up his body. “Wystan? Why are you here?”

“It’s midnight.”

“When did you learn to tell time?”

“Hardy har, har. This wasn’t my idea.” He peels my bag off my shoulder and hikes it onto his. The size of the bag looks like a kid’s backpack resting on his massive shoulder.

The male nurse clears his throat. “Who’s this, Izzy?”

I turn and growl. “Ms. Reeves.”

Wystan swings his head between the two of us. He focuses on the guy. “Leave. Now.”

“Wystan. Leave him alone.”

He pushes the bag farther onto his shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

“I can get myself home.”

Wystan shakes his head. “Cynric said to pick you up, so here I am.”

“Why does your brother care about how I get home?”

“You’ll have to ask him.” He takes out his phone and reads a text. “Huh.” He turns to the male nurse who’s eavesdropping at the door. “Did you have a shooting victim in the ER tonight?”

I make eye contact with the nurse and shake my head. He opens and closes his mouth like a guppy, then smiling at me as though he’s doing me a favor. “No.”

Shit. Now he thinks I owe him something.

Wystan’s brow crinkles. “You’d tell me if you saw someone tonight, right, Izzy?”

“Yep.” A huge lie. Not on your life. I’d never be stupid enough to interfere in Bratva business, but I won’t help you.

The male nurse has stopped outside the door, leaning against the wall. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Izzy.”

Wystan growls, shifting his weight in front of the man. “No.”

The guy and I ask together, “No, what?”

Wystan smirks at me and then shifts his attention to the man. “No. Look at her again, and I’ll break you.”

“Wystan!” I grit my teeth. “You can’t threaten an employee.”

He looks down at the sniveling man. “Izzy works here. You will call her Ms. Reeves, and you will leave her alone. Or I will break every bone in your body.”

I shake my head, but I’m grateful Russell believes him. He dips his head and leaves the room, skirting the wall and disappearing.

Wystan leads us to the door. “Can we just go? I have other things I could be doing other than taking care of you for my brother.”

“Um.”

“And why the hell do you have to work until midnight?”

“It’s part of my med school requirement.”

“Who do I have to kill to get that changed? I’ve got better things to do.”

“So go do it. I’ve been taking care of myself for years now.”

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