Chapter 62

This time, Elliot didn't pull any stunts. As they left, the bodyguards blocking the way withdrew in an orderly fashion. The moment they were gone, Lydia snatched Douglas' phone and deftly dialed a number. The second the call connected, she choked out, "Donald, you have to save Angelica! Elliot is going to drain her dry!" The other end of the line remained silent. ... The hospital felt cold and empty at night. Aside from the nurses and doctors on call, there were hardly any people around. Angelica wheeled Elliot into the phlebotomy room. She was painfully familiar with the place. Even the nurses were the same ones as before. "Mr. Quigley, how much blood are we drawing this time?" the nurse asked. Elliot almost said 27 ounces out of habit, but then he caught sight of Angelica's bloodless face and her reddened hands. His irritation spiked, yet the words that came out were, "6.7 ounces." Angelica showed no reaction. She didn't take it as mercy. If anything, it felt like a slower