Realm Walker by Kathleen Collins

Author:Kathleen Collins [Collins, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
ISBN: 9781426896545
Google: nSweAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00E1V5S3S
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2013-10-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Juliana sat on one of the beds in the infirmary, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Her head hurt so bad it made her teeth ache. One of the medics kept running disinfectant over the wounds on her back. If there were any germs left in there, they’d earned the right to stay at this point. Thomas, Jeremiah and Ben carried on a conversation of which she was not a part because she couldn’t hear a cursed thing they said. It was getting old and she was getting paranoid.

Doc was giving Nathaniel a complete workup on the other side of the room. He hadn’t woken up yet. She let the scrubs top she’d been holding up for the medic fall and hopped off the table. He must have protested because the men turned to frown at her. She grabbed Thomas’s arm and dragged him into a small room off to the side, slamming the door behind them.

She let go of his arm and moved farther into the room to put some space between them. “I can’t stand not being able to hear. It’s driving me nuts. I’m not yelling am I?”

He shook his head and stepped toward her.

“How long till I can hear?” she asked.

He held up two fingers, then three.

“Two or three hours?” That wasn’t so bad. She could handle a few hours. Maybe.

Thomas put a finger under her chin and lifted it so she focused on him. He shook his head.

It took her a moment to get what he was telling her. She gaped at him. “Two or three days?”

He put a finger to his lips and glanced at the door. She knew she’d been yelling. She thought she was entitled. There was no way she could go that long without her ears working. A high-level demon still lurked out there somewhere. Not to mention Raoul. She needed everything functioning the way it was supposed to if she was going to make it through this alive. She ran a hand through her hair.

“Fix it.” It was more a question than a statement. She’d beg if she had to.

His brow furrowed and he frowned, confused.

“Give me some blood. Just enough to fix it,” she pleaded. He started to shake his head but stopped when she added, “Please?”

After a moment of studying her, he walked to the door. Tears welled in her eyes and she hated herself for it. She didn’t want to ask this man for anything, let alone beg. Yet here she was doing just that and he ignored the sacrifice.

He flipped the lock on the door and turned back to her. Her pulse sped in anticipation when she realized he wasn’t abandoning her again. She swiped a hand across her eyes, removing any trace of tears. Putting his hands on her waist, Thomas lifted her to sit on the counter that ran around the edge of the room. She closed her eyes and savored the contact.

His warmth seeped into her skin, penetrating to the very core of her.

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