He smiles as he kisses me harder, and then his eyebrows dance up and down menacingly.
“Is my girl jealous?” he pokes, and I have to stifle an unwelcome grin when I see his gloating face.
“Maybe a little,” I say with the grin I’m unable to suppress.
“Don’t be. She’s not the girl I’ve been in love with for-fucking-ever,” he says with a huge grin, and now my grin hurts my face.
“I was your first love,” I sigh out. “I remember that, and you were mine.”
“You are my only love, baby. There’s never going to be anyone else. She knows that. That’s why she was so snarky about you. Everyone knows it,” he sizzles out, and then suddenly the unoccupied bottom bunk beside us is no longer free.
Brazen’s shirtless body glistens under the dim light overhead, and he plops down on top of the covers while still staring at some of the pictures.
“Of course he takes that bed,” Hale snickers in disbelief.
“Hale?” Brazen says softly.
“Yeah,” Hale huffs.
“This picture has a glimpse of our hooded mystery girl, though all I can see clearly is her eyes. They’re hybrid eyes, sort of,” he murmurs, and Hale sits up to climb over me and take the picture from him.
“We knew she was gifted, so she had to be hybrid,” Hale murmurs distractedly.
“Look closer at her eyes,” Brazen instructs, and Hale pulls out his phone to magnify the image only Brazen’s full blood strength eyes can see without aide.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“What?” I prompt.
“She’s in her savage form, but she’s controlling it. Her pupils are heavily dilated, but she’s not acting like we do. If she can control it, then why not attack? Why hide?” he ponders aloud.
“What if she’s not controlling it? What if it just works differently than ours? What if she’s like them?” I add.
“If they’ve learned to alter the genetic code to produce gifted hybrids, we’re really fucked,” Brazen inserts.
“We don’t know anything for certain,” Hale sighs out. “We’re still grasping for tidbits, no coherency in the small bit of information we have, and I hope we’re giving them far too much credit. Let’s sleep on it, and we’ll talk to Clay in the morning.”
He climbs back over to the other side of me so that his back can face the darkly tinted glass. He always sleeps with his back to the window, and I’ve always loved his overly compulsive need for it.
His arms wrap me up, and then his head nestles against the back of mine before he kisses it softly. I look up to see Brazen wink at me before turning over, and I take a deep breath before closing my eyes.
Well, this isn’t awkward at all.
I scream in agony as they stick the cables to the rods that have been forced into my body. The excruciating pain of the electricity violently contorting my body is enough to leave anyone screaming for death to come. My hands rattle the chains binding them, and the cold floor beneath my feet provides a wet, slippery surface to give the electricity even more depth. Lights shatter as they overload the system, the currents losing their torturing hold on me, and I scream for help when I have a second of reprieve. His pale eyes stare into mine, and he smirks as he takes a step closer to shove a new rod into my stomach.
I scream again, and then he forces packaged blood into my mouth so that my body heals around the conducting metal rod to secure it into place.
“Fix the damn box,” he growls to the shadow in the distance.
“Already done, Sir,” a cold voice answers.
“Let’s see how much this bitch can take before she gives us her savage,” he snarls out, and then he snaps a fresh cable to my new rod.
He smirks as he takes the lever in his hand, and the pain surges through me as the overwhelming pain of the vicious currents surges through me, trying to rip me apart. I pray for death, but I’m left with silence as an answer. I plead for mercy only to receive more torture, and the laughs of the vicious mouths continue to taunt me as they revel in my torment.
“Get another rod,” he orders.
“Hale!” I scream out.
