Jekyll, an Urban Fantasy Read Online Free

she believe this one was truth?
    But she couldn’t stop herself from turning. “What do you mean?”
    “Without our help—yours and The Clinic’s—he will die. And it won’t be pleasant.”
    “You’d kill him?” she asked, her voice steady, her mind shrieking.
    “No. We don’t kill people.”
    She laughed. “Except to cover things up, right? Mitch’s sister, a few witnesses, Carter?” For all she knew, Carter was already dead. That’s what being kidnapped will do to someone—leave them a bit out of the loop. But, in this instance, she wasn’t sure if she cared. She didn’t want anyone else to die, but asking if Carter had come out of his coma and was able to live a normal life after everything he’d done to her meant that she might get an answer. And Eden really didn’t want to imagine him living it up someplace far from here, with a beer in his hand and a frigging song in his heart.
    “You must believe that we had nothing to do with those people’s deaths or Carter’s attack. That was all Jolie Cabot’s fault. She acted without our knowledge or permission. We don’t kill people.”
    Eden remembered Jolie confessing what she’d done, right before she died. Before Eden had killed her. It didn’t matter that they’d been fighting for their lives, that Eden had tried to inject Hyde with enough narcotic to subdue him and had missed, injecting it all into Jolie instead. And it didn’t lift the weight on Eden’s chest or make her sin easier to carry. She’d killed someone. And despite the fact that Jolie had killed three people and tried to blame it on her, Eden would wear the death she’d caused around her neck for as long as she lived. Jolie had confessed, but she’d never know for sure if The Clinic had ordered the murders or not.
    Lies on top of lies on top of dead bodies . How could she tell what was true anymore?
    “Then why did you say that Mitch will die?”
    “Did you change your mind about leaving right away? Sit down and I’ll tell you.” Alex was waving a carrot in front of her— ‘You play along and I’ll tell you what I want to tell you. ’ And what anyone working for The Clinic told her had nothing to do with what Eden needed to know.
    Eden could leave, supposedly. But she’d never get another chance like this one. She knew better than to take everything as gospel. But the truth is often hidden in even the most well thought-out lies. And though The Clinic was good at it, there was a chance Eden could pick through the bullshit and discover some small bits of fact.
    Fine, she’d play the good-girl. “I want a soda,” she said to the guard, her tone sickeningly sweet. “And a snack. Would you be a dear and go get me something?”
    “It would be a pleasure.” He nodded deeply, showing his disdain, and brought her chair back to its original spot. “Just keep your ass firmly planted on this chair, and your wish is my command.” Unfortunately, instead of leaving her alone in the room with Alex, he only went to the door, opening it and telling someone outside to get her some food. “Regular or diet, my love?” he asked her.
    “Whichever,” she said, smiling. “I don’t want to be a pain-in- your -ass.”
    “Just get her something,” he grumbled to whoever he was talking to.
    “And can I have some clothing so my ass doesn’t freeze to the metal chair?” she shouted out the door. “If not, you’ll have to come back and peeled me off of it.”
    “There are some scrubs in the linen closet,” he said before shutting the door and resuming his position behind her.
    Eden hated feeling his stare on the back of her head, not knowing exactly where he was or being able to see his body language. You know, like if he pulled a wire out of his pocket and stretched it taut, prepping to wrap it around her neck.
    “Does he know the command for sit?” she asked Alex, patting the chair to her side.
    “Why are you making this so hard, Eden? It doesn’t have to be.”
    “The