"Oliver Delgado, you really think you're something special, don't you? 'The one person.' You actually believe you're some kind of miracle cure?"
I whipped out my phone and aimed it at the two of them tangled together. The shutter clicked. Once. Twice.
"Tell you what. I'll send these to a medical specialist and ask what kind of allergy gets treated like this. Aren't you worried someone might die from the exertion?"
Oliver panicked. He lunged at me, grabbing for the phone.
"Bernice, have you lost your mind? If those photos get out, Mamie's reputation is finished!"
He seized my wrist and clamped down on my fingers, trying to pry the phone loose.
The pain bit into my hand, sharp and immediate. My heart went cold.
In my last life, he had been exactly the same. Protecting Mamie without question, without limit. When she'd thrown a cup of scalding water in my face, his first concern had been whether she had burned her hand.
I lowered my head and sank my teeth into the back of his hand, biting down until I felt skin give way against my teeth.
Oliver yelped and released my wrist, but only to grab my shoulders and pin me against the wall. His voice came out low and vicious.