Her fingers gently cupped my cheeks, sending a warm sensation through my skin. “Shy, you might speak softly, but you leave a lasting impression. From that first conversation, I already sensed a spark between us, and I didn't want that connection to end. I thought I was helping you, but I had it all wrong—you were the unexpected answer to a question I didn't even know existed within me.”
She was so damn perfect. Was this reality, or was I on a trip? As soon as our lips connected, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I knew I was alive.
“Oh my god, I want that.” A sing-songy voice interrupted us, reminding me we weren’t alone. When Caz and I broke apart, the EMT put her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry. Did I ruin your fairytale?”
Caz stared at her, and I could see the wheels turning. She was about to say something sarcastic, but I put my hand on her forearm.
“No need to apologize. We got tied up in the moment.” I didn’t want her to feel bad for our indiscretion.
“That’s what she said,” Caz muttered, and I gave her a side-eye. “What?” she mouthed.
“You two are adorable. How long have you been together?” Her question caught me off guard.
Did I tell the truth and say an hour? Or did I say what it felt like, which was, since before we met? Both answers were ludicrous. Caz was someone who was meant to be in my life, and how long I knew her was irrelevant. What mattered were our interactions and how she made me feel.
Caz never made me question who I was or who I was supposed to be. She encouraged me to embrace my awkwardness. And with her near, I felt empowered to make bold choices. She wanted me to step outside my comfort zone and helped me overcome my self-doubt.
“Long enough,” Caz replied, not waiting for me to get my thoughts in order, but I was happy not to have to answer. She laced her fingers through mine, and thankfully, the ambulance stopped before we had to make any more small talk.
“All right, we have two adult females. One needs a drug and rape kit, and the other needs a possible x-ray,” the EMT spouted to the people holding wheelchairs outside of the lift.
“Do you think Davia raped you?” Nausea bubbled in my stomach upon hearing those words.
“Are you kidding? If I wasn’t giving, I was useless to her.” She rolled her eyes as the man standing below helped her down. “I can walk myself.” She waved him off, but he didn’t take no for an answer.
I gladly took the seat because the less pressure I put on my foot, the better.
“We’ll get you checked in, but the police are here to talk to you,” the woman pushing me stated.
“Okay.” I turned to Caz, who had her hand over her face, probably trying to hide who she was.
Once inside, they took us to separate locations, and I didn’t like that. I wanted to be there for her and know how she was doing.
The woman wheeled me to the X-ray room and left me with someone in scrubs. “Hi, I’m Stacy. I’ll take the images of your foot. Is it all right if I take off your shoe?”
I nodded, but I just wanted this to be over. I knew Caz didn’t think Davia did anything physical to her, but when the cops told her everything they knew, it would be emotional.
After sliding off my Converse, she peeled off my sock, but it was coated in blood, and I flinched. “I’m so sorry, but the cloth has dried to the skin.”
“Rip it off quickly.” I closed my eyes, but they popped open when she screamed.
“Oh my god, the nail came off.” She covered her mouth, and I peeked down at the black-and-blue toe that was covered in red.
No wonder it hurt so badly—it looked like something from a cartoon.
“Let me get your foot up here.” She positioned me in several different directions and took the pictures she needed. “The doctor will be with you shortly to review the findings.” By the grimace on her face, I didn’t need a doctor to tell me it wasn’t good.
“Thanks.” I left my sock and shoe off, and a nurse came and wheeled me to a private room. “Where is Caz?” I questioned before she could leave me there alone.
“I don’t know who that is, but the police need to speak with you.” She shut the door, making me feel like I was about to be interrogated.
There was a knock, and the door opened before I could tell them to come in.
“Ms. Wilbers, I’m Officer Babbs.”
“Hello. Is Caz okay?” Hopefully, he would be more helpful.
“I’m here to discuss Davia Mikaelson.” He opened his notebook and positioned his pen in place.
“What do you mean?”
“How long have you known her?” His voice was laced with suspicion.
“I don’t know her.” What was he getting at?
“Tell me how you knew she was there and drugged Ms. Montgomery.” He tapped his pen impatiently.
“I didn’t know any of that. When I showed Matrix the text from Caz that said she was back with Davia, he said something was wrong and he was going to check on her. But I wasn’t about to let him go alone because Caz is… special, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“Interesting.” He wrote something down.
“Am I a suspect or something? Ask Caz. She’ll tell you I’m her…” How did I finish that?
I definitely wouldn’t say girlfriend after two kisses. Even if they were mind-blowing, I wouldn’t be the one to jump the gun.
“Don’t tell me how to do my job, miss.” He gave me a stern look, and I buckled.
“No. I’m not.” Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. “I just want to be there for her, but I feel like I’m somehow in trouble.” I didn’t handle punishment well, especially when I didn’t deserve it.
