Obsidian Music (Lion Security Book 3) by Scarlett Dawn Page B

she asked hurriedly, “Are you injured?” She actually scowled, turning to glance at the cops in the room as if they had done something wrong before turning back at Grigori. “You should have checked in if you’re injured.”
    Grigori shook his head, his hair flying out around his head. “No, I’m not hurt. I’m Grigori Kozar.”
    Her gaze widened a little, and I could have sworn a smile tipped her lips before she stated, “Come with me, please.” She turned and opened a door on the wall next to the wide entrance of the room.
    They stepped inside, and I asked, “She’s got Grigori listed as a contact?”
    Zane answered softly, “Yes. And me. But I think his was just the name the EMT’s had to give when bringing her in. I’m sure he rode with her in the ambulance.”
    I snorted. Yeah. He probably shot the driver so he could be the one pushing the gas pedal to get her here as fast as possible.
    Zane stated, “Dr. Benedict can be hard to read, but I think Ember’s fine. She owns half this place so I would imagine the doctor would be a little more upset if Ember died on her table.”
    My head snapped to him. “What? She owns the hospital?”
    Zane shrugged. “The name’s Donovan Hospital. The Mayor owns the other half.”
    My mouth snapped shut, and I glanced at Daniil. He didn’t look at all surprised, and I knew he had heard Zane. I would love to see the goddamn report he had on her. I knew Cole and Brent had left everything to her when they passed, but I guess it hadn’t occurred to me what ‘everything’ was exactly. Well, at least since she owned the place, she could get away without filing a report for coming in with gunshot wounds. I was betting the file was already ash.
    Minutes later, the door opened, and the doctor exited. “As soon as she’s awake, you can see her.”
    Grigori followed her out, nodding, his face carefully blank. He watched her, and pivoted, slipping into the shadows when the doctor started herding the cops together, chewing them out, Grigori apparently tattling, and confirming Benedict’s assumptions that the cops had not, in fact, asked Grigori if he were injured. And while this chew down occurred, Grigori went to an elevator just outside the entrance of the waiting room. I stared at him in silence, speculating what the hell he was doing as he pressed the “Up” button. No one said a word as he disappeared into the elevator after it arrived, the doors closing. I blinked, watching the numbers climb until it stopped at the twelfth floor.
    Just as Benedict finished her harping.
    Zane snickered into the silence, his gravelly chuckle filling the tense quiet.
    I glanced at him, along with everyone else, and he waved his hand. “Sorry. Just remembered a joke.”
    Right.
    And we waited. Again. The only break in the jumpy quiet was when Zane’s cell phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket, placing it at his ear without looking at the readout, and before he could say anything, I heard Stash yelling over the line. I started to snicker, close enough to hear most of his rant. Zane tried to speak, but Stash kept screaming. Apparently, he had gone to the house and found all the bodies but no one else there. He wasn’t pleased, to say the least. But his reasoning wasn’t because of the carnage or even being worried about his friends missing whereabouts. He was upset because no one had cleaned up the ‘damn mess’ before going out. And not telling him where the new fun was to be had.
    There was a pause in Stash’s tirade—probably taking a breath—and Zane stated quickly, “We’re at Donovan Hospital where Ember was taken.” He hung up on Stash without another word.
    I started snorting harder, falling back against my chair at the absurdity of my evening so far. The sun surely had to come up soon because this hellish day had to end sometime.
    A half hour after Benedict had spoken with Grigori, a nurse came into the room—now empty of browbeaten cops—saying loudly when he saw it