Free Crimson (The Silver Series Book 3) by Cheree Alsop Page B

slashes across his chest and stomach, and
followed one up his neck only to find him watching me. His gaze was
hard and unreadable. I dropped my eyes and concentrated on the
floor instead.
    An unexpectedly sharp probe made me grab at
the table, then Meg let out a breath and held up something between
what looked like thin serving tongs. “Got it,” she said
triumphantly. “I’m getting faster at that.”
    “ You sure are, honey,”
Roger replied with a proud grin.
    He held out a sandwich bag and Meg dropped
the bullet into it. “Silver,” she said with a sigh. She met my
eyes. “Good thing you seem to be immune to it, at least as far as
the metal’s concerned. You’ll be almost as good as new
tomorrow.”
    Roger set bandages on the wound, wrapped
several strips around my stomach to hold them in place, then handed
me a plastic bag with several more inside. “Change the bandage when
you wake up. If it hasn’t stopped bleeding by morning, let us know,
but I don’t think you’ll have any of the trouble the others do when
it’s a silver wound.”
    I thanked them both and tried to rise, but
Meg held me down with a hand on my shoulder. “Rest for a few
minutes. You lost a lot of blood and the last thing you need is to
pass out and hit your head on something, then need stitches there
as well.”
    The others left the room with Meg and
Roger.
    “ I thought he wasn't a
trained fighter.” Jaze's voice came quietly through the closed
door.
    “ He's not,” Jet replied.
“He got lucky, but he's going to need some real training if those
men come back.”
    Jaze's voice rose with a hint of surprise.
“You're planning on training him?”
    Jet grunted. “Yeah, if he wants. He has
potential.”
    “ He saved my life.” Jaze's
voice was solemn. “I didn't expect that.”
    I sat up slowly and held my side against the
throb of pain that answered the movement. The gray room felt cold
and sterile; the scent of blood sent a shiver through my skin. I
wanted more than anything to be at Grace’s side, to feel safe again
and away from the chaos my life had turned into. I rose and pushed
off the table.
    The door opened and Jaze's eyebrows lifted
on seeing me up. “Want to go home?”
    The question sent a pang of longing through
me, but I nodded. He lifted my arm over his shoulder. Jet fell in
behind us as we made our way down the hall and into the living
room. Meg and Roger sat together on the couch reading a book. It
was a cozy scene that reminded me of my parents until I saw the
title of the book, '101 Ways to Flay a Werewolf'.
    Meg caught my look and gave a chagrined
smile. “You'd be surprised how much you can learn about werewolf
anatomy from these old Hunter books. They were recalled during the
reform, but we hung onto a few for research.”
    Roger closed the book. “Actually, we were
searching for any reference of werewolves who are immune to the
effects of silver like you.”
    “ Any luck?” Jaze
asked.
    He shook his head with a sigh and set the
book on the arm of the couch. “Unfortunately, no. There's also no
mention of wolves being genetically created, like you
mentioned.”
    Jaze nodded. “I figured as much. Grace said
that Kaynan was the only one who survived the experiment, but it'd
be nice to know why.”
    “ What'd be nice,” Meg cut
in, her tone curt, “Is to stop them from creating their own
werewolves in the first place.”
    Roger set a hand on her shoulder. “We're
working on it, honey. First we have to find them.” He threw me a
worried look. “We found the facility in Utah. Unfortunately, it's
been abandoned. We have Hunters combing every inch of it for a lead
on where they'll turn up next.”
    “ It was abandoned?” A pang
of loss filled my chest. Everything about what I was and why was at
the labs. “Did they leave anything behind?”
    Roger shook his head. “Unfortunately, no.
The computers, files, and everything were taken before we got
there.”
    I nodded, feeling numb and completely