Through the Static by Jeanette Grey

Author:Jeanette Grey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: futuristic;technology;mercenaries;cybernetic;cyberpunk;m/f romance;memory;amnesia;tattoo;soul bond;telepathy;dark and gritty near-futuristic;mercenaries
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

For the third time, Jinx turned his gun over in his hands.

Aurelia had spent the rest of the morning bent over various lab tables, her nose glued to one computer screen or another. Even though she’d seemed ready to operate on him earlier, when it had come down to it, she’d begged off for a few more hours, saying the diagnostics had revealed new complications for which she needed to prepare.

That had been fine with Jinx. He’d withdrawn, heart heavy, certain he’d need the time to prepare himself for what she was determined to do, but the resignation of it all had set in quickly. The instant he’d recognized what was really going on—that to win her, he had to let her go—he’d given in to it.

And so he’d been left at loose ends.

There were no directives from Spellcaster to see to, none of the chores that made up his daily life with his Three. The inactivity combined with his increasing impatience to have the sever done with had him pacing the narrow space, feeling caged in and uneasy. Too confused now to reach out and touch her, he could only spend so much time watching her before the longing for her skin became too much. He’d needed something to do. Not that there was much he was good for in a place like this.

Eventually, he’d settled into his milieu, a dark, silent laugh choking his chest as he cleaned his weapons and inventoried hers. Death. That was his natural domain. Not intimacy. Not the pounding in his pulse when he looked at her or remembered what she felt like in his arms.

Catching himself staring at her again, he refocused his gaze on the steel in his hands. The gun was plenty clean, the mechanism smooth and the chambers full. His instinct was to holster it, but that was just another thing that wasn’t right. He was still dressed in the scrubs she had given him as he waited for his own clothes to come out of the wash. The flimsy fabric was comfortable enough, but he was itching for sturdier stuff, for belt loops and hidden pockets to lodge weapons into.

If nothing else, he was wearing his boots again. It was good to have that solidity beneath his feet, that feel of a blade against the inside of his calf. It made him feel a little bit more like himself.

In a practiced motion, he clicked the gun’s safety into place. With nowhere to put it, he set it down beside him, but it left an itchy feeling under his skin. He should have a weapon on him, always. Especially now. He had Aurelia to think about. To protect. Even if he might not have her for much longer.

In a moment of weakness, he gave in and let his gaze flit to the other side of the room. The swell of longing rose in his chest. Groaning, he ran his hand through his hair. Aurelia still showed no signs of being ready.

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