Page 11 of Witch Untold
“What the fuck do you mean?” Tor asked.
Leif sucked in a breath. “He means on a genetic level…” He parked his butt on the edge of the coffee table opposite me and leaned forward, elbows braced on knees, hands clasped. “It makes sense. This entity must have changed you somehow to enable your body to fight off this infection.”
“That makes no sense,” Tor said. “No one is immune to the virus. It affects outliers and humans.”
All outliers we know of. Rune blinked calmly.But we don’t know everything.
“Then we find out,” Tor said. “You have a contact at the Magiguard, right?”
I nodded.
“First thing tomorrow we get in touch. All they’ll need is a blood sample.”
This had happened earlier, and I’d brushed it off as a trick of my mind. The aftereffects of almost dying from an ancient virus, but now…
Fuck. Now, there was no way I could pretend this wasn’t real.
There was something wrong with me.
* * *
It was almosttwo in the morning by the time I climbed into bed. Rune hopped up after me and lay beside me, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight streaming in through the windows.
It’ll be all right.
His honey tones were a soothing presence in my mind.
“You can’t know that.”
This entity wouldn’t have saved you just to hurt you, would it? What impression did you get from it?
I snuggled into the covers. “I don’t think it had nefarious intentions, but then I was trapped in my head with a crazy virus out for my blood. I mean, I could have imagined the whole thing.”
You don’t believe that.
I sighed. “No.” I turned to face him, reaching out to stroke his ear. “I hate this. I hate waiting, for Jasper and Conah, for tests, just waiting.”
You’re a creature of action.
I smiled. “Yep.”
Like to be in the thick of things?
“That’s me.”
His tone dropped.You like to take charge, don’t you, Cora?
There was a sensual quality to his voice now. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine he was beside me, not in wolf form but in his human form.
“I do like taking charge, but sometimes I like to be dominated.”
Is that right?
His voice was an intimate rumble, caressing my senses and drawing me closer. I sank my hand into the fur at his neck.
“Keep talking, Rune.”
What do you want me to say.
