wanted to kill Jackson all over again. Even though Jason’s father was dead, he wanted to kick his sorry ass as well. No child should be raised that way. It also explained a lot about Jason’s behavior. It also made him feel like shit for not getting to know Jason better. “Do you know about his scar?”
“You mean scars . I saw them once, all over his body. I heard Jackson didn’t let them heal by sprinkling silver dust in them. Not enough to kill him, a minute amount, enough to where shifting wouldn’t heal them.” Zeus growled. “Jackson was one sick bastard. Jason’s scars are more serious on the inside though. Those are the ones he’s hiding from.”
Maverick knew it took a large amount of silver to kill them. That’s why when his warrior, Murdock, was shot, he wasn’t instantly killed by the silver bullet. The sadistic bastard, Jackson, had known what he was doing to Jason. “Thanks. How’s Jasper?” Jasper used to be a member of Maverick’s pack until he mated the Alpha Zeus. He was as feminine and lethal as they came. Made killer-ass chocolate chip cookies and had a mouth that put sailors to shame.
Zeus chuckled. “Keeps me on my toes. He’s nuts, but I love him.”
“Thank god he’s your headache now. Tell him I said hello.”
“Will do. Call me if you need anything else.”
Maverick hung up, wondering how he was going to handle this whole situation. Jason had a very ugly past. Maverick was determined to make sure he didn’t continue to suffer by keeping his mate away. The Sentry deserved happiness for once in his life.
* * * *
Nicholas’s father was livid. He took one look at his son’s face, and Nicholas thought steam was going to come out of his ears. There was no “are you okay” or “dear god, what happened.” It was “how can you disgrace our name by acting like a commoner.” Really? What were they, fucking royalty?
The only thing on Nicholas’s mind was Jason. He had to stop himself multiple times from tossing it all away and running back there. Maverick wouldn’t let him in anyway. He told Nicholas to come back when his shift ended and made sure he drilled it into his head to keep their secret close. He assured Maverick that he wouldn’t breathe a word about it, but being away from Jason was suffocating. His chest was heavy, and his heart hurt.
Nicholas did not care about Jason’s scars. He only wanted the man he dreamed of so many nights. Nicholas knew there was someone out there for him, had dreamt of meeting that perfect someone. And he had. Jason. He…
“Here he comes again.” One of the nurses brought him out of his thoughts as she warned him. His father stormed the hallway toward him. Dr. William Sheehan was acting more like a child throwing a temper tantrum than an adult. He really didn’t need this right now.
“Has your fiancée seen your face?” his father asked smugly.
Like that was something he should fear. If his father only knew. “Yes, as a matter of fact, she was the first one to see it.”
His father smirked at him. “And what did dear Rebecca have to say?”
She told me to lie to you and gave me a good cover story . “She offered me her makeup concealer and boxing lessons.”
Dear old dad didn’t think it was funny. Nicholas did. “Now see here…”
Dr. William Sheehan, dial three one two.
“Duty is calling you.” Nicholas smiled as he walked away. God he loved paging systems.
“We’re not done with this,” his father shouted as he stomped away.
“Oh, yes we are,” Nicholas sang as he grabbed a chart and walked into the patient’s room.
* * * *
Nicholas got off the phone with Dr. Savant, the counselor he had sent Brent to. The guy had been true to his word and set up appointments to see her. He was glad Brent was getting the help he needed, and it took a load off of his mind.
Nicholas went back to scribbling in a chart he had been writing in before the phone call when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck