Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I understand the Sleeper nomenclature of ‘bad bitch’, but who is Laurie Strode?” Dai investigates at the same time she slips out of the rope cuffs, proving they’re still inadequate.
“Nemesis of white face, jump suit,” A.D. swiftly replies.
“Jason?” Dae cautiously asks.
“Michael Myers,” Ana corrects, scowl instant.
“And who is Michael Myers?” Dai further inquires after removing her hands from the binds and popping Ehette in the forehead to prove a point. “Is this another adversary we will need to rage against?”
“No, he’s not a real being,” A.D. casually explains, doing his best not to grin in amusement. “He’s the main villain from a Sleeper horror movie franchise that I’ve only seen all of because my Fated Mate has an obsession with those sorts of things.”
“Would we really call it an obsession?”
“Yes,” we collectively retort causing her to frown.
Her hand touches her slightly swollen stomach on a sarcastic sneer. “Sh, you’re gonna wake the baby.”
“Not how it works,” I mumble between back of the neck squeezes. “Roles!” The barked order is followed by my grip tightening. “Z.”
“Relocation assistance.” His arm winds around his mate’s back. “I’ve been in contact with Karry and Krystie who have both assured me that there is plenty of room at the shelter for any more victims that need it. The couple from that buyer’s list we’ve managed to rescue are doing better physically but not mentally. Karry’s hired a new trauma counselor she’s hoping can be of tremendous use. She knows that even if we can’t get any more information about Magitek from the creatures that we want them healing.”
The announcement has me nodding in relief.
Thank The Great Ones for that.
While Krystie hasn’t done much communicating with any of us regarding the torture she survived, she has found her place in helping others who have gone through the same or similar things. She provides a level of support and understanding that only a fellow survivor could. My brothers swear they don’t need the calendar reminders of our rotation to call and check on her every couple of days but as their lives change and lineage grows, they will.
Better to have them building the habit now than in the middle of trying to soothe a teething dragonling.
My stare cuts to the woman beside him. “Dae.”
“Medical assistance.” Her smile is soft and warm. “I’m prepared to treat any injuries I possibly can and have Dr. Wong on call to lead the charge on those I can’t—for an outrageous house call fee, of course.”
“Wouldn’t expect any less from a warlock.”
“Fuckers are almost as greedy as griffins,” A.D. adds on a grunt.
“I would say greedier,” Dai chimes in.
My hands shove themselves into my pockets during my maintained eye contact with Dae. “And have you been in contact with Truxxton?”
“Yes.” The grin grows even more compassionate. “No other employees besides Tyana were found injured. Her injuries were physically minor—scrapes from falling and a bump on the head that had almost disappeared by the time I examined her—but her injuries mentally were major. Having an employee hold a gun to your head for her paycheck isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence in corporate companies, so I prescribed lots of rest, some Chameleon tea to assist with that, and taking an extra few days off work, which I know probably isn’t the best for you, but it is best for the patient. And doing what’s right for them is-”
“The right call.” Finishing her statement momentarily stuns her silent. “I completely agree.”
“P is agreeing with other people?” Ana good-naturedly taunts. “The apocalypse really must be near.”
Her teasing sends my stare up to the dark night sky.
“Are you one of those, Awaker?” Dai questions as she abandons having Ehette secure her restraints for me taking on the task. “Prophecy chasers?”
Her eyes widen in curiosity prompting her mate to state, “On the other side of The Fog you call them horoscope readers. It’s basically the same shit on this side, different name.”
“How is there still so much to fucking learn?” Ana huffs in obvious annoyance.
“Tell me about it,” Dae mutters prior to rising to her feet. “And speaking of learning…” Small growls of disapproval over her moving away from Z can be heard underneath his significant other’s speaking, “I haven’t quite figured out a counter to prevent those bullets from having any sort of effect on the body, but I have discovered this.” All of a sudden, she reaches into the pocket of her long-sleeved silver kimono top and pulls out a small vile along with a packaged needle. “Wong—unknowingly, which is why his help was free—helped me put together a booster.” She begins the process of filling the shot. “The main chemical component enhances your skin elasticity in both forms, basically adding like a bulletproof vest to your already highly bulletproof exterior.”
“You’ve created a cure.”
“I’ve tinkered around and maybe found a counter.” Her small shoulders innocently bounce. “We need to field test it.” She kindly gestures a hand at me. “Test one.”