Chapter 161
Mason had never hated a hospital-like silence more than he did that night.
The clinic was usually full of noise. Phones ringing with doors clicking shut. Animals whining from the recovery area. Someone calling for supplies. The faint hum of the refrigerators and the sharp scent of disinfectant hanging in the air.
Tonight, none of it registered.
Mason paced across the hallway like a man losing his f*****g mind.
His hands were still stained with Sage's blood despite washing them twice.
He looked down at his palms again.
Blood.
Her blood and his stomach twisted.He dragged a hand over his face and kept walking.
“Come on,” he muttered. “Come on, Sage.”
One of the clinic assistants glanced at him from the treatment room. “Mason, sit down for a minute.”
“I don't need to sit
