Chapter 8
Ryder
My heart thundered and it wasn’t because freedom beckoned. Everything about today was barbaric and awful.
Nicole was dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and baggy skirt that went past her knees, though it was asymmetrical and showed off how sexy her lower calves were. She was sweet, and if she went through with a stupid test, for my freedom, then I was a bastard and a jerk.
Someone knocked on the door and Nicole patted me on the back as she went to answer it, making the air smell like her lavender and oranges as she passed.
When she opened the door, a woman with a white jacket and short curly hair, wearing a stethoscope around her neck, came in.
Adrenaline rushed in my veins. I never should have asked her to do this. It was like I’d asked her to be assaulted.
Nicole wal
