Chapter 217 Rage

• Damien Shaw
• I spin the car around, tires screeching against the pavement as I head back to the hospital. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ache, but I don’t ease up. Imogene’s voice is still echoing in my head. She wants me to come back to the hospital.
• I don’t like the way she sounded. Not weak, but shaken. Imogene rarely lets anything rattle her, but there was something in her voice, something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.