One for the Wicked by Cooper Karina

Author:Cooper, Karina [Cooper, Karina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780062127754
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2013-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Everything hurt, knocking skull to pounding aches shooting through his spine, but Shawn didn’t slow down until a grim-faced nurse pushed an open bottle of water into his hand and pulled him to the fringe.

“Before you collapse,” the man ordered, but was already turning away.

The argument died on Shawn’s lips.

Lifting the bottle to his mouth, he drank slowly, gaze skimming across the wreckage of the clinic and neighboring facilities.

A whole wing had slid into rubble, rocked loose by the earthquake that had rattled four city blocks in either direction. The city was in chaos; radio stations were breaking silence, emergency channels counseled calm while newscasters covered the wrecked areas and fought to stay on the air. Two had already gone dark, and Jonas continued to maintain every feed, every frequency he could juggle from the nearest resistance safe house thirteen blocks southwest.

The New Seattle Riot Force had mustered, ostensibly to help, but Shawn noticed how the few media reporters who’d arrived had quickly disappeared again.

Shawn had found a shirt, but now it was as bad as his first, covered in dirt and plaster dust and smears of blood. Not his.

He’d spent two hours helping move the wounded. Helping dig through the rubble.

Carrying the dead.

And he’d spent just as long watching Kayleigh.

What kind of fucked-up world was it when he worked to rescue injured people and couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who was supposed to be his enemy? This whole city’s enemy. Daughter of a monster; leader of a witch factory.

Possibly in possession of information relevant to all of New Seattle.

And he liked her. He just had to come to terms with that, because every time he turned around, she was there.

He took another drink, his gaze sliding to the triage tents set up hastily in the street. He found her easily, her pale hair a beacon in the flickering streetlights. At this time in the evening, there wasn’t a chance in hell this street would see any other light.

They’d set up generators for more lights, and now they afforded Shawn the opportunity to watch Kayleigh work among the other medical staff.

She moved like she belonged. Like she knew the routine.

But she looked like something out of Shawn’s world.

Her borrowed synth-leather pants hugged her body in sleek lines, painted every slender curve in black matte. The heavy spiked bracelet around her wrist forced a lash of amusement, tempered by the white bandage circling the other forearm. She had to be hurting, but she didn’t complain.

She’d never complained, had she? She fought. Argued.

Strong girl. Much stronger than he gave her credit for. Still so ignorant about so many things.

Her tank top cupped her small breasts, offered a teasing peek at beige lace when she bent to check on a patient. The rough guise didn’t match the delicate bra he was positive she didn’t mean to flash—this street-ready outfit wasn’t anything like her so-prim topsider armor—and the knowledge of it settled somewhere in the base of his spine. Burned, pulsed, a steady pressure.

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