Page 107 of Reaper Unhinged
The weaselly science guy stares at me with round eyes. Okay, so I’ve just materialized in his lab and killed two guards with ejections of power from my hands, but like fuck has he not seen magic before. He works for a secret group experimenting on vamps for godsake.
“Fix him.” I point to Hunter, who’s propped up against the wall. “You must have an antidote.”
The flicker of his eyelids tells me he does.
“I’m going to give you till the count of three to comply, then I’ll assume that you’re useless to me and fry your ass.” I light up my hands with electrical power. “One. Two.”
He moves fast for an old guy and is across the room by a cabinet in less than a second. “I have it. I have something that might help.”
“Might isn’t good enough, buddy.”
He holds a vial out to me like a sacred offering. “I can’t guarantee. The serum is for vamps, not Loup, and I told him that. I told him it could kill him, but he took it anyway.”
Fuck… I look down at Hunter. Why the fuck would he…Fee. He did it for Fee. Damn if that isn’t the perfect redemption arc.
“This might help,” scrawny scientist dude says. “It could neutralize the effects. Right now, the serum is tearing apart his genetic code and attempting to rebuild it. This should halt and reverse the process.”
“Give it to him, and just know if he dies, you die.”
He nods and hurries over to Hunter, grabbing an empty syringe on the way. He administers the new serum and then quickly steps away from Hunter.
Tick tock. “Well?”
“It should be working by—”
Hunter takes a lungful of air, his body arching on the inhalation. I stop myself from rushing over to him; there’s no way I’m taking my eyes off bozo science guy.
“Hunter? Hunter, can you hear me?”
He takes several breaths. “What happened? Fee?”
“Jasper’s gone after Fee. The wards are down. How are you feeling?”
He rubs his chest. “Like I got kicked in the chest by a rhino.”
“Hey, blinky!”
The scientist looks at me.
“Check his vitals.”
“Um…I’d rather not get too close.”
“Would you rather I incinerate your ass?”
Yeah, that gets him moving.
Hunter growls as the scientist gets closer.
I glare at the Loup. “Stop it. Let him check you over so we can get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m fine.” But he holds out his wrist for a pulse check.
The scientist does pulse and eyelids and nods. “Good. I think it’s working.”
Hunter shoves him away and stands. “I need to get out there and…” He sways and grabs the wall.
“Not okay, blinky.”
