Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: You Can’t See Them?

The next day is strange.

Well, every damn day with these people is strange.

But the next day is even stranger.

Dr. Reeves or whatever his name is comes back, but this time he doesn’t even look at Jim. No words are spoken.

Blood pressure. Temperature. A strange contraption I have to blow into, but I have no idea what it does. Whatever it measures, he scribbles the information down.

Then he’s gone again.

Jim’s been quiet, too, but that’s the least strange thing about the day. He’s always been one to spend most of the day pretending to sleep. This time, he sits in a chair beside my bed, staring at the door.

Like he’s waiting for someone to arrive.

My head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. I didn’t eat yesterday. No food today, either. At least I’m not tied down anymore. Small mercies, I suppose.

Hours crawl by, marked only by the steady tick of a clock—if there was one in my room. There isn’t, of course. Only the slow change in the length of the shadows and quality of light coming through the window.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore.

"What are you doing?"

Jim’s gaze flicks to me briefly before returning to the door. "Making sure they don’t bother you."

"They? Who’s they? Dr. Eliana? Dr. Reeves?" No one else has come into the room.

He turns to face me fully. "You really can’t see them?"

Before I can respond, a loud clatter echoes from the bathroom. I jump a little, my heart pounding at the unexpected noise.

Jim’s eyebrow arches, and I swear it’s a silent challenge.

Giving him a strange look—because there’s no one here, clearly—I slide off the bed to check inside the bathroom.

The toilet lid is closed. It wasn’t before. The soap dispenser lies on the floor, its contents slowly oozing onto the tile. But it isn’t next to the sink or anything. It’s all the way across the floor.

"What the hell?"

But, hey, sometimes stuff falls. Right?

Trying to ignore the strange itching behind my shoulder blades, the same feeling I get when I watch one too many scary movies at night alone, I head back to my bed.

But something’s not right. The pillow. Where’s my pillow? I spin to face Jim, anger momentarily overpowering my fear.

"What are you doing?" I demand, fists clenching at my sides.

Jim shakes his head slowly, his expression maddeningly calm. "It’s not me. You should know this. Why can’t you see them, Nicole?"

My soul cringes. If he’s trying to tell me there are invisible people in this room... Yeah. No. "See who? There’s no one here but us!"

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