And as soon as he had that fucking bitch in his possession he was making her take this hex off his hand and would make her pay for what she’d done to him. And Eli knew it was her. She’d tried to ruin him. His hand was now in a soft cast. He’d woken up after the meeting today with the Goldens with his hair brush again. He didn’t even remember going to get it from his bedroom, but he had, and now he was going to need surgery to repair the damage done to it. He glanced at the hospital bill and snarled. She was so fucking going to pay. The doctor at the emergency room had taken one look at his hand and had sent for a consult with another doctor immediately. Eli thought he was bringing in another doctor for a second opinion, but he’d gone to get someone to evaluate his mental stability. He damn near came up off the bed when he’d started asking questions. “Why do you care what my financial situation is?” The man had looked up from his clipboard and frowned at Eli. “I mean, I have an injured hand and I pay my bills.
