The Bastard (Baddest Boys in History) by Inez Kelley

Author:Inez Kelley
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Baddest Boys In History 1
Published: 2014-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

The pain was something he never forgot. The intensity, sharp, ripping agony as his insides spilled out, was etched deep in his brain. This had been how he’d died. He’d thought those fading seconds were his last. They were merely the beginning of a new path he’d been incapable of conceiving in his first life.

Dray and Nomad had felt the burn of a Forsaken’s injury. They were waiting when he and Myth completed the second Leap onto the patio. His strength was nonexistent. His knees felt like water and he didn’t fight when they shoved him onto a wheeled gurney. Myth Leaped back to Jerusalem, the battle still ongoing. Vike started to shake. His Awoken body kept making blood to replace what he lost, but it was like a spigot turned to high with no drain stopper.

Fear threatened to rush in and he shoved it aside. Death wasn’t an unknown to him now, it was more like an old friend. But just as had happened during his First Death, regrets flooded his mind. Clarity turned the copper flavor of his blood sharp. He’d never told Lacy the truth, not of who he was or what she meant to him. The coldest, cruelest, most brutal Viking to have ever lived had fallen in love. Now he was going to leave her.

The bright overhead surgical light stung his eyes and he turned his head. Pain was all he knew. Vaguely aware Dray and Nomad were cutting his clothes off and fastening restraints, he concentrated on not screaming. If he screamed, Lacy might hear. He didn’t want her to see him like this, tied down to prevent his body from jerking while his intestines were stuffed back in his body. He had to be strong for her, be her hero. She was the only one who thought of him like that. She made him think he just might deserve that title.

“Jesus, is that his liver?”

“Yeah. Another clamp. Fuck it, bring the whole tray over here.”

A metallic rolling noise sounded to his left. “What’s that thing?”

“The other half of his liver.”

Stupor set in and Vike fought it. He had to do something before he slept, before he healed. He twisted against his restraints, bringing a spike of anguish that forced sleep from his mind.

“Muthafuck, Vike, hold still!”

Licking his dry lips, he tasted blood and didn’t know if it was his own or some Leech’s. Nomad pulled a long acupuncture needle free from a pack. Those things never took away all the pain but they helped. Something he would have praised any other time, but not now. He needed every ounce of the agony to stay awake. He caught Nomad’s wrist before the first needle could sink into his leg.

“How long?” He could only force two words from his tongue until a scream threatened. He clamped his jaw to hold it back.

Nomad’s grim eyes snagged his. “It’s bad. I’ll stitch everything back to speed it up, but you’ll be out a couple weeks.”

Weeks. Weeks he’d sleep away, weeks that Lacy would spend in danger, her Immunity growing.

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