Touching Eternity (Touch Series 1.5) Read Online Free PDF

tumbled out of it, crashing to the floor as she tried to get away from the table, away from the needle Garrison pulled free. “Please don’t! Please don’t!”
     
    “Sir!”
     
    Garrison ignored Isaiah’s sharp snarl. “Hold her!”
     
    Derek hesitated for a split second to run a frustrated hand through his hair before reaching down pinning Amalie to the ground.
     
    “Don’t touch me!” Amalie screamed as if his hands were fire. Her tiny body flailed, thrashed as if she were being electrocuted. “Please don’t touch me! Please don’t—”
     
    “Stop it!” Isaiah was around the table at a run. “Get off her!”
     
    “Hold her steady!” Garrison was growling over the chaos.
     
    He tore the cap off with his teeth, twisted Amalie’s arm and sunk the syringe in. Amalie made a sound torn between a sob and a whimper and went limp.
     
    She lay so still. Her tears glistened in the golden light from the fireplace, dampening her lashes and turning them into spikes. Her breathing was even. Her hair splayed around her head in a riot of auburn curls that looked like spilled blood against the polished floor. In the struggle, her skirt had rode up, tangling around her legs, exposing miles of skin marred by blossoms of blue and black bruises. Isaiah stepped forward to get a better look.
     
    “Take her to her room,” Garrison instructed, swiping back a lock of hair off his brow.
     
    Derek faltered. It was quick so no one would notice, but Isaiah caught the shaky hand he passed over his mouth before he stooped down and scooped her up gently into his arms, cradling her into his chest. The fire illuminated the green tinge painting his face as he left the room with Amalie.
     
    “That was unfortunate.” Garrison tossed the empty syringe onto the table and jerked down the lapel of his blazer.
     
    “That wasn’t necessary!” Isaiah tried to keep the bite from his tone, tried to keep himself collected, but the raw rage of seeing Amalie handled so brutally threatened to consume him. He wanted to smash his fist into something.
     
    Garrison whirled on him, eyes alight with fury. “Yes, it was!” He stalked past Isaiah back to his seat, but didn’t sit. “It was necessary! I can’t let her get out of control like that. I can’t let her get to that point. I have to always be ready to pull her back when it looks like it’s going too far. I know it looks—”
     
    “Barbaric!” Isaiah hissed.
     
    Garrison nodded, shrugged. “All right, perhaps, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to get that disease out of her head!”
     
    “She was only asking you to wait!” Dishes rattled, glasses tipped, spilling water over white linen when Isaiah beat a fist against the table. “Why couldn’t you just wait?”
     
    “Because there was no reason to wait. She wasn’t under attack. She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t being asked. I gave an order. It was time for her to rest. She refused. She rebelled. I can’t allow that! It’s for her own good!”
     
    Isaiah spun away from the man he considered a father. He shoved both hands through his hair, fisted, tugged until it hurt. “It wasn’t right.”
     
    It took all his willpower not to jerk, not to slap the hand away when it rested lightly on his shoulder. “I know you worry about her, but Amalie can’t be trusted around people. She’s not stable, Isaiah. She’s sick. I’m trying to help her. She’s been making progress because of everything I do daily to fix her. I need you to understand this. I need your support! If you care about her,” Garrison added when Isaiah remained quiet for too long. “Will you help me?”
     
    But what if he didn’t care about her? What if he loved her? What if he was completely and hopelessly and desperately in love with her? Where did that put him then?
     
    He turned to Garrison. “I’ll help, but,” he added when Garrison beamed, “I want to be able to see her.”
     
    The smile vanished. “What?”
     
    It was a thin