Ward, J.R. - Black Dagger Brotherhood 17 - The Savior by Ward J.R

Author:Ward, J.R. [Ward, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The next time Sarah looked at the clock—the one on the lower right-hand corner of a computer screen—the lineup of numbers read five eighteen. Sitting back in the office chair, she cracked her spine and wondered whether that was five in the afternoon or five in the morning. It had to be afternoon, she decided, as in late in the afternoon, almost twenty-four hours after she had driven to BioMed with her backpack and those credentials from the safety deposit box.

As well as some vague idea of rescuing someone she wasn’t sure actually existed.

What a day. After hours and hours of studying John’s case, her mind was spinning with everything she had learned. After studying slides and test results, and talking with the staff, and processing it all through the filter of her own training and experience she was . . .

Jazzed.

It was the only way to describe the feeling. She was alive. Excited. Focused.

She did not like the fact that John had something wrong with him. Or that his loved ones were worried. But the idea of solving the problem, getting him cured, returning him to full health? In this new landscape of anatomy and immune system? Given that no one was really sure what the pathogen was?

It was the chance of a lifetime in a totally new horizon.

And of course, in the back of her mind, she was wondering how all of this could help humans with cancer. Vampires were apparently like sharks. They didn’t get the disease. So why not? Especially as so much about them was the same.

Although so much was different, too.

“You hungry?”

The sound of the deep male voice behind her made her nape tingle—and not because she was frightened.

Spinning her chair around, she looked up at her commando. He’d taken a shower and changed clothes, although now everything was black, just like the other men—males. His long red-and-black hair was damp on the ends and he smelled . . . heavenly.

“Is Nate still okay?” she said.

“He’s doing very well. He ate something and now he’s resting.”

“What did he have?” Like he was her kid or something. “That ginger and rice—”

“Roast beef.”

“Oh, that’s great! A serving or two of that can help his iron counts.”

“It wasn’t just a serving. He had a whole roast beef. As in . . . a bone-in, standing prime rib roast. I believe they said it weighed sixteen pounds.”

Sarah blinked. “Jeez, what was dessert—an entire pie?”

“Vanilla ice cream.”

“Oh, that’s more reasonable. It’s not like he ate a whole half gallon.”

“And the pie.”

“What?”

“He ate a half gallon of vanilla ice cream with an apple pie. He’s in a food coma now.”

Sarah threw her head back and laughed. Part of it was relief. Part of it was lack of sleep. Part of it was . . . the smile on the commando’s face: Because he felt the same way she did, that connected them.

And she liked being connected to him.

“What is your name,” she said as she caught her breath. When he hesitated, she shrugged.

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