Page 57 of Chandelier Sin
“That is correct.”
“Then do what you do.”
“You’re open to the idea of hiding a corpse in your cottage, then?”
“I thought you were good at what you do. Your bio on Cedars’ website states your work is exemplary, that you’re a world-renowned surgeon.” She rose on her toes. “Can’t see it myself.”
“An insult? Didn’t see that coming.”
She pleaded with her eyes. “I need him alive.”
“Then do the right thing.”
“Don’t raise your voice.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re irrational.”
“Trust me. He’s important.”
“Enlighten me.”
“The reasons are private.”
“Are you serious?” I blinked at her. “The only reason you want to save him is because he can do something for you. What is it?”
“How dare you!”
“What kind of person are you?”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Get him to the hospital.”
“He doesn’t want that.”
“Why are you afraid to have him transported?” Remaining impressively calm, I said, “Give me one good reason to help you.”
“I promise to get you into any room you want at Pendulum.”
Even if she was me telling me the truth, there were unethical implications. It wasn’t my call to make.
“I get this is morally gray,” she said. “But I need you. Ben needs you.”
Delaying his care helped no one.
I pointed a finger at her. “After this, I own you. Understand?”
Her expression turned bitter. “You’re proving what kind of man you are.”
“Take me out of the equation.”
“You just told me you own me.”
“And I do, yes.”
“You’re no different than the other men at Pendulum.”
“In what way?”
