Tessa Adams by Hidden Embers

Author:Hidden Embers [Embers, Hidden]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Erotica
ISBN: 9780451232632
Google: 5rTzCFJ-UtYC
Amazon: 0451232631
Barnesnoble: 0451232631
Goodreads: 8551159
Publisher: Heat
Published: 2011-03-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

He’d fucked the bitch. Right there in the laboratory like an animal in heat. It was disgusting. She’d been in the room right next to Quinn’s lab and had heard the whole thing. It had taken every ounce of self-control she had not to “accidentally” bust in on them.

Shaking her head, she turned up her iPod and tried to lose herself in the music as she walked to work. It was getting harder and harder to do the deeper she got into this thing.

Oh, she wasn’t afraid of being caught—she was too good for that and the rest of them were too stupid. Even Quinn and Dylan didn’t have a clue what it was she was doing, and they were two of the smartest dragons the clan had. As long as she could keep them in the dark, she was home free.

She slammed open the door to the Dragonstar clinic and every head in the place came up. One quick glance at her and they went back to their business. Idiots. Sheep. They deserved what they were getting.

Rage ate at her, making her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She told herself to calm down—the last thing she needed was for someone to remember her acting oddly. Not that it really mattered, she was totally covered. Totally safe. But still, it never hurt to be on the cautious side.

She walked to the back room, where she stored her purse in her locker before heading up to the front to sign in. The head nurse wanted to chat a little, and though it was the absolute last thing she felt like doing, she stayed and spoke with her. After all, she still had a few minutes before she officially had to clock in, and it would look odd if she was the first one at her station, ready to go. She’d never been that employee.

Finally, the clock wound down and she wandered up the hall to where she would spend the next nine hours, minus two coffee breaks and a lunch break. Lucky, lucky her.

Except she was lucky, wasn’t she? If she didn’t have this job and the ability to float between the clinic and the lab, how many opportunities would have passed her by? And if she hadn’t had those opportunities, then Brock would have gotten rid of her a long time before. So maybe she’d lay off the complaining—at least until Brock made good on his promise to get her out of here.

It had been days since Michael had died and Quinn still wasn’t showing any signs of being sick. Sure, he had all but shut down emotionally—which was a plus, as she figured it was only a matter of time before he offed himself.

But Brock didn’t want to wait for him to commit suicide, especially not if it meant his little virus wasn’t as foolproof as he’d thought. These new batches were supposed to mutate—infect one person and then anyone with similar DNA would be susceptible to the virus. It was a genius idea, especially considering how hard it was to get close to Dylan and his sentries.

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