Something Wild (Daughters of the Alpha Book 1) by Addison Carmichael

Author:Addison Carmichael [Carmichael, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

SOMETHING WILD

CHAPTER 15

“You’re exhausted, Tawnya,” the professor said, standing by the window watching the dawn break through the southeastern mountain range. “Let’s call it a night. Or morning. We’ll pick this up again after you’ve rested.”

“No! We’re too close,” she protested, dragging a rough hand through her wild, mussed hair.

She probably looked like some maniacal scientist frantic on bringing his monster to life. Or in her case, back to human form.

They had calculated and recalculated the entire night. Test after test. Always just one link wrong, one step missed somehow.

But what?

What were they were missing?

No matter, though, Tawnya refused to leave the ranch until she figured out this cruel, teasing puzzle. Let the professor just try and send her away again. She wouldn’t go. She would stay here and keep working until she found the cure.

“Tawnya. Just stop.”

The professor gently touched her shoulder, but Tawnya roughly shrugged him off, continuing her mixing of various chemicals on the metal table.

She instantly felt the ugly brute at her rudeness. The professor had been a good sport and compliant guinea pig through this whole thing, never complaining of all the painful injections and blood draws, his hopes raised each time, only to be met with failure.

But they—she—couldn’t stop now, not now. Not when they were inches from figuring out his cure.

“You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met,” the professor grumbled.

“You bet. You want to hand me that beaker?”

“Mixing it with the aluminum hydroxide isn’t going to work either, Tawnya.”

“Well, we’ll know in a minute, won’t we? The beaker. Please.”

The professor wouldn’t budge.

Growling irritably, Tawnya reached for the needed glass beaker, but the professor snatched it away faster, holding it high above her head as she reached for it.

“Very mature,” she stated through clenched teeth. “Give it to me.”

“We’re done, Tawnya Rose.”

She glared at him, pursing her lips. Then like a cobra strike, she grabbed the beaker from his clawed fingers. But exhaustion made her hand too shaky. It slipped and she dropped the beaker on the ground, shattering it into fragments, the liquid spilling everywhere.

“Dammit!”

“I would say that I told—”

“Don’t you even dare,” she warned through gritted teeth.

She bent to pick up the glass shards, and a sharp, jagged edge caught and sliced the side of her hand.

“Ow!”

“You cut yourself,” the professor remarked.

“Very observant, Einstein.” Tawnya sucked through her teeth at the throbbing sting. “Ow, ow, ow.”

Blood beaded and dripped in a thick, red stream from the gash, then streamed and pooled on the floor. She grabbed a small folded cloth and pressed it to the deep gash, but it was soaked in seconds. She grabbed a second, then a third.

“And that ends this session,” the professor said firmly.

“Fine,” she agreed testily, then winced as her bloody hand now began to throb like a lighthouse beacon. “Ow, ow.”

The professor took her forearm gingerly in his clawed fingers and held the gauze patch to her wound, but it didn’t staunch the flow at all.

“The cut’s very deep. It might need stitches,” he said.

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