Chapter 114 The Private Doctor

• The knock came soft—too soft for someone who’d seen the blood trail leading to the second-floor loft.
• Knox opened the door with one hand, the other still curled around Ellerei’s back like a cage he didn’t intend to open.
• Dr. Anaïs Mercer stood on the threshold in dark jeans, gloves already tucked in her pocket and a bag slung over one shoulder. She was young, dark-skinned and sharp-eyed, the kind of woman who didn’t ask questions unless someone was actively dying.