At every turn, Luke had to slow down, check the corridor, and either continue the chase or go invisible to avoid passersby. Going down two flights and exiting through the lobby would’ve made a great escape route. At the hospital’s lobby, there would be the receptionist, security, and other people who would render this chase impossible to continue, especially if Luke maintained his Spirit Hunter visage. The orderly, however, astonished him by going deeper to the bowls of the hospital, the basement. This was the same orderly who’d shoved Luke into the room in his haste to roll in the defibrillator. At the time, the action seemed driven by the urgent situation, now though, Luke recalled what the orderly did after pushing the device in. He’d stood to the side, hands fisted, gaze fixed on Pru’s face. His presence wasn’t needed in the room, yet there he was. He’d had the gall to return for an encore within hours of the first attempt. Every ounce of possessiveness in Luke’s body flared, demanding retribution.
