Page 54 of Lightning Strikes

Chapter 20

Addy

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“She’ll be waking up soon, my liege. Just have some patience.” Someone murmurs… from somewhere. My head is pounding and my body feels like it’s been filled with cement.

Fuck. Me. What the fuck is going on?

I focus on my body, mind… And nope.

I remember… the clinic. Closing up and heading out to dinner. I remember Carter’s twin and what Paul and Russell explained. I remember the rest of the meal being silent.

Going to the bathroom.

Oh… Oh fuck no.

That fucking psycho cunt of a bitch stabbed me in the neck with something and put a bag over my head. Margaret. What the hell did I do to her? Is this really all about her damn mate? The guys have to be freaking the hell out.

I groan and try to shift… someone places their hot hand against my face. No one smells familiar.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. Are you in pain?” The voice sounds familiar but I can’t bring myself to talk or open my eyes. “Do something!” The man calls out and I hear another set of footsteps moving closer.

“Back up, please sire. I need room.” I feel warmth, like glorious warm water moving over my body and I sigh, relaxing down on the soft cloud I’m laying on. “I’m scanning her now, the baby is fine, healthy. She’s just exhausted, needs more fluids, and should be up soon so that she can eat. It’s been a long week. I’ll remove the ports now.”

I feel pressure on my arm and someone wraps them up with bandages. “What can I do?” The familiar male murmurs and the other person sighs heavily.

“Just stay close to her, hold her hand. Talk to her. She’ll be up and about soon… she’s a healer herself. She’ll get through this.”

Oh… no. Someone knows about me? This… person that is here in the room with me is a healer, too? There’s more like me.

I try as hard as I can to open my mouth, to speak, to move… But nothing comes out. Eventually I just succumb back into the abyss and allow my body to relax and heal.

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Bright lights assault my vision as I blink and look around the cold, sterile room I’m in… It’s a bedroom. But it’s so bare and empty that I hope it’s a spare bedroom and not some sort of cell. How depressing.

I roll over, holding a hand to my stomach and try to clear through the haze of my mind. I look out towards the windows and blink… blink some more.

Where. The. Fuck. Am. I?

Is this a dream? Purple trees, a pink sky, and blue grass.

Oh god. I’ve been drugged. Or hit my head too hard. I breathe heavily, trying to sit up and scramble away from the weird, fake window and press my hand to my head.

“Angela?” A man murmurs behind me and presses a hand against my shoulder. “Breathe. Relax. Close your eyes and focus.”

I shake my head, pressing my fingertips to my temples. I turn and see the man behind me.

It can’t be. It can’t be him.

I glance over my shoulder and close my eyes. “No.” I whisper and he steps back and I hear him moving around to stand in front of me.

“What?”

I blink at him and he kneels in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs. I look down and find that I’m wearing a strange white shirt and pants set that feels so damn soft… Like a mix of cotton and silk. “Are you going to kill me, too? Is this where all of the shifters are disappearing to? Is this a lab? Where the fuck am I?”

He slowly blinks at me, completely confused and blank faced. “You… You think I’ve been involved in the kidnapping and disappearances of the shifters on Earth?”

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