Chapter 8
Savage Hangover
My head is pounding, my body is dressed differently than before I went psycho, and I’m almost sick at my stomach. Oh balls. I hit the second phase. Fuck.
I jump out of the bed, and my head slams into an overhead bunk I didn’t know was there.
“Fuck. I wish I had been invincible,” I grouse, and I hear chuckling from the back room as Clay walks in.
“Where the fuck are we?” I huff.
“This is an RV. We took several from Metropolis. It was their way of thanking us for saving them from the fucked up things that attacked. Although, it was only you they should have thanked.”
“Well they should thank Hale more than me. If it hadn’t been for him-”
“I know,” he sighs out. “I knew it when I saw your eyes. That was some damn strong power.”
“Brazen took out several too, and… oh shit. Did I fuck him up?” I panic.
“He’s fine. He was more beat up from the fight than you. You were barely alive. You apparently didn’t feel a thing when your sanity was gone because you were almost bled dry by the gaping bullet wounds. Hale had to break the skin to give you medicine, and then he gave you his blood to help you heal.”
“Really? I don’t remember any of that,” I huff out.
“I didn’t think you would. He said you were there, but it felt like you were disconnected while the two of you… finished,” he snickers out.
“Where is he?” I say while inspecting my bruises I shouldn’t have. “I didn’t heal the way,” I gasp.
“No. Hale could barely get you to take any blood at all. You would spit packaged blood back out, and you would only break his skin once,” he huffs out. “He’s out by the fire we’ve got going. We decided to try and track the cars Brazen saw outside the walls when you threw the fight out there.”
“I saw them too, and that’s not all I saw. The reason I lost it was because of the tattoo one of the men had. I thought they were all dead,” I choke out, and the walls of the fragile mobile home begin to shake.
“Easy girl,” Clay coos. “I saw the remains of the men, but only the one had the tattoo. It’s possible he was just a stray. These men are not the same group from five years ago, or they would have all had them,” he says reassuringly.
“I need to go check on Brazen. I know he’s probably freaked out right now,” I grouse.
“I think it was harder to hear what you were doing in the car as opposed to seeing you go berserk.”
“Fuck. I wish I could remember some of that.”
He laughs a little, and then I stand to walk out to the lowered eyes of the crowded gathering. A car pulls up, and this sexy blond struts out with her hips swinging very deliberately.
“Commander Jude, Sir. Alex Emmerson reporting for duty, Sir,” she says in salute.
“As you can see this isn’t a very formal gathering, Ms. Emmerson. Have a seat. We’ll leave out at dawn,” Clay says dismissively, and she smirks before strutting straight over to Hale.
“Hey sexy,” she seduces, and his eyes flash over to me before speaking to her.
“Hey Alex. How did you end up on this mission?” he murmurs without so much as telling her he’s taken.
Fuck. Now I get it.
“The Metropolis Interpol sent me to represent them. This attack pissed them off, and they want in on the revenge,” she smolders out, and then she sits dangerously close to him before continuing, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
I feel the ground trembling beneath me as her lips brush over his shoulder, and he rolls his eyes.
“Stop,” he cautions, and I feel some air entering my lungs.
“Seriously? You can’t possibly still be hung up on that Area chick,” she scoffs, and I almost smile.
