Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ IV

"Where are you going?"

Fiona balked at Sandro’s question and at her body’s movements, which she hadn’t even been aware of. She had thought of escaping, and her body had unconsciously turned toward the exit door.

Reflexes. She cursed her fate mentally when all eyes turned to her.

Ewan, for one, looked amused.

"Fiona, you wanted to leave without saying goodbye?" He asked, stepping closer to her.

Fiona shivered and withdrew instantly, thinking for the first time that Ewan was actually a psycho, with that maniac smile on his lips and the joy he seemed to experience seeing her this miserable.

She was bleeding from her knees, and he was feeling exhilarated. If that didn’t scream psychotic, she didn’t know what else did.

He had told her they were coming to a psychiatric clinic, and in a way, that was true: the owner, all of them, were psychotic!

She shrank further, hissing before she could help it, when her body touched the dirty wall. Yet, there was no place to burrow into as Ewan stepped closer.

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

Fiona had enough sense to know that not answering the question would not bode well for her. "No. I wasn’t about to leave. I’m sorry," She bit out calmly, her eyes darting from Ewan to the other males in the room, wondering if there was a punishment in stock for attempting to escape.

Ewan, however, nodded slowly before turning to the Irish male again. "Is there anything else you want to show me?" His tone thoroughly business-like, any trace of amusement gone.

The male shook his head. "That will be all. Do I ration her food as usual, or..." He left the question hanging, expecting Ewan to get what he was talking about.

Ewan did. "Yes, the usual. And Connor..."

"Yes, master."

"Don’t inform the others about this. I’m not up to being haggled insistently. This is a one-time thing."

Connor smiled and nodded. "Of course, master. I won’t inform the gang."

"Good," Ewan muttered and started toward the door. Zane and Sandro followed him quickly, needing to be in the confines of civilization. It was getting late after all.

"Wait... where are my clothes?" Fiona asked, fearfully, breaking Ewan’s stride.

She was in the jaws of death, and she was worrying about her clothes? Ewan couldn’t help but chuckle at the foolishness. Still, he turned and spared her a mocking glance.

"You want to play dress-up here?"

Fiona pulled her lips in, in response.

Ewan frowned. "When I ask you a question, Fiona, I expect an answer. Or Connor will have to pry it away from you." A pause. "So, I ask again, do you want to play dress-up?"

Fiona shook her head. "I’m just curious." She muttered, gesturing with a nod toward the small box of clothes.