“How is she?” I mutter, stepping forward.
“We need to speak alone,” Connors murmurs compassionately.
“You speak to all of us,” Doran declares impatiently.
“O’Farrell, I suggest you calm down when speaking to Doctor Connors as she’s married to my cousins,” Dean states warningly.
“Dean, it’s okay. But I’m sorry, Mr. O’Farrell . . .” She looks to Dean for confirmation. When he nods, Connors continues, “This is one thing I won’t do. For one, I don’t know who you are, and two Enya would be mortified if more than Kenyon hears what I have to say.”
My chest tightens at the woman’s words.
Is it worse than I originally thought?
I guide the doctor to a secluded spot where she breaks it down for me without anyone around. Evidently, she’d woken up not long after they rushed her back, and they had to immediately sedate her. She was going to be out of it until they could be sure the drug is out of her system as much as possible. But her body was covered in tiny cuts, some of them so deep that they needed stitches, others they were able to use medical glue to seal them.
They were moving her to a private room where I could go to her soon as they got her straight. But she tells me they were able to remove the tape without ripping at her skin and removed the items that were violating her.
The last thing she told me was that right now, Enya was going to need me more than ever. I had to be patient and take things slow with her; however, she warned me not to pull away from my woman.
That’s something no one had to worry about.
When she finishes, she tells me which room they were taking Enya to. I go back over to the group and let them know I’m heading to her room as I make a vow that no matter what happens in the future, nothing, and I mean nothing, will keep me from her. Enya is entangled in my heart so much that I feel her pain right along with her.
Shit, I’m never letting her out of my sight again. Not after this.
Chapter 19
Enya
For the past month, I swear it’s been like going through hell. Between waking up in the hospital, my body detoxing from that drug that was forced on me, to the fact I’ve had nightmares every night. Kenyon has been the best about everything. He’s soothed my nightmares and talked to me about everything that happened the night I went through hell.
I finally stopped crying for Ensley and how she was able to hurt me in such a way when all I wanted to do is protect her. I realized she didn’t have a heart. Washing my hands of her, I allowed my father to place her in a place she’ll never be able to hurt anyone else. I still can’t believe my father, a man who knew nothing about me, got on a plane and came to the States the moment he found out. He only left a few days ago after my two brothers came to meet me as well.
Talk about scary.
Cillian and Críostóir are two men I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. They’re both brutes who don’t mind people knowing it. They’re also gorgeous, and women literally fall at their feet. I saw it happen with Zoe, who became a bumbling idiot when she’d met them.
If they weren’t going back to Ireland, I’d so try to set her up with one of them. Unfortunately, Zoe seems caught up in her own mess. Somehow, she’s gotten herself into it with a man she won’t talk to Lillian or me about.
Sighing, I walk into the bathroom of Kenyon’s and my room. He’d officially moved me in completely after what happened. “I don’t want you anywhere but with me, and that means you are living under my roof,” he said when we pulled up to the house after I’d been discharged from the hospital.
It took nearly a week for them to allow me to leave the hospital because of the drug in my system. Dr. Connors told me that it would take time for the effects to go away if they do at all. She’d told me of another woman she’s friends with who’d been given the same drug and she’s still feeling some of the side effects of it.
Stopping in front of the mirror, I take a deep breath and finally look at my reflection for the first time in a month. I knew my body was marred with multiple wounds from the whip, a lot of them superficial, others deeper. But those aren’t the reasons for me not wanting to see myself in the mirror.
No. I’ve felt hideous. That I’m tainted for Kenyon’s touch. His love and everything that comes with it. I haven’t told him any of this. I didn’t want him to think less of me. I don’t remember much of when he found me, but I do remember the state I’d been in.
Tears prick at my eyes as I stare at my body. My nipples are no longer hurting from the clamps or the harsh touches of my stepfather. The duct tape didn’t leave marks thanks to whatever they used at the hospital to get it off me, but I can still feel the vibrations of the toys he used. I know it’s not real, but my body doesn’t. Just thinking of those toys touching me sends shivers through my body, and I ache.
This is one of the side effects Connors told me about. Any thought of sex makes me crave it and I need it. Only Kenyon has yet to do anything but hold me in the middle of the night or kiss my forehead and hold my hand.
A tear slips down my cheek and I jump at the feeling of arms wrapping around me.
