It wasn't long before Fairfax came back downstairs, impeccably dressed in a suit, clearly heading out. He was carrying a coat, and when he saw Starla on the sofa, he strode over, pulled her to her feet, and wrapped the coat around her.
“What are you doing?” Starla demanded. It was one thing for him to leave, but now he was trying to drag her along?
Fairfax was at his wit's end. Lately, anytime she was out of his sight, she found a way to vanish, no matter how many people he had watching her. So from now on, wherever he went, she was coming with him.
Starla struggled, but Fairfax gripped her arm and pulled her toward the door.
“You’re insane! Where are you taking me?”
He stopped in the entryway and commanded, “Change your shoes.”
“No,” she shot back without a second thought. She had no intention of going anywhere with him. In fact, she’d been waiting for him to leave so she could head back to Cosmos Summit. Every extra minute in his presence felt suffocating.
“Then I’ll help you,” he threatened.
Starla glared at him. The man was a lunatic. His unyielding tone left no room for argument.
“Where are we going?” she asked, conceding. If she had to go with him, she at least deserved to know the destination.
“The hospital.”
Starla’s heart sank. The hospital? Was this about Brinley again? And he wanted to bring her?
“I’m not going.”

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