Page 65 of The Hunted
“If his room is next door, then I want another room.”
She shook her head. “Liar.”
I busted out laughing. “You got me. There’s a pull to him I can’t explain.” I sighed. “It’s more than sexual.” I was tempted to spill my guts and tell her I could feel what he was feeling. But then I would sound like a crazy lady, and she had a date with Ben.
“I heard you bit him.”
Heat pinched my cheeks. “Does the whole building know?”
She shrugged. “I only do because I work for Webb. Anyway, I suspect what you’re feeling is from his blood. It will pass. The Mason blood packs a punch.”
Come to think of it, I hadn’t had a vision or felt dizzy or sick since I’d left the infirmary, which, if I was keeping track of time, had been maybe two hours before. “Thank you for sharing all that.”
She pointed to the door. “I should run. I’ll check on you tomorrow. Oh, and Sam has an apartment on the fourth floor of this building.” She held back a laugh. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
As she walked out, Rianne came in, carrying a tray of food. “Hungry, sis?”
“Starving.” I pushed to my feet, and as I crossed the room, the greasy aroma of the hamburgers wafted up my nostrils. I groaned. “Yummy.”
She set the tray on the bistro table. “The cafeteria had burgers and subs, but I thought you would prefer a burger.”
“You know me well.” I threw my arms around her. “Thank you.”
She hugged me back. “I’ve missed you too.”
We stood holding each other for the longest minute before I eased away. “How are you feeling?” I slid onto a barstool.
“Still a little out of it but hungry as a dog.” She sat on the stool across from me.
Once we prepared our burgers with pickles, mayo, and ketchup, we dove in, taking huge bites. I moaned as I chewed. We kept eating as though we hadn’t had food in over a week.
After she swallowed her last bite, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I’m ready to leave. But have you seen the snow outside?”
I dipped a fry into ketchup. “Since I left the infirmary, I haven’t been in a room with windows.” Even on the way to the room, Harley and I hadn’t passed any windows. “The SEALs are—” Shit, I hadn’t told her about Jordyn. I opened one of the bottles of water and took a long drink.
She perked up even though she looked as tired as I felt. “The SEALs are what? Did you help them? Did they find Dowell?”
It was time to break the bad news. “Roman is holding Jordyn until I can get him information on Abbey.”
She reared back. “What the fuck?”
My stomach soured. “I couldn’t tell you in the infirmary. I wasn’t ready to share that with Sam, and you know how sharp vampire hearing is.” I went on to explain what had happened at the house, the shifter, what Roman wanted me to do, everything, including the events since I’d first arrived on base. I left out the intimate parts between Sam and me for now. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Sam and his team are devising a plan. Dowell, whose name is really Wyman, had been following our every move. And it just so happens he tracked Roman to our neighbor’s house. We think that’s where he’s keeping Jordyn.”
She scrunched her nose. “You mean that creep Gerald?”
I blinked once.
She stared at something behind me. “I don’t think Roman is stupid enough to keep Jordyn that close to our house.”
“True. But it might be kind of smart. From what I know, the SEALs had tracked Roman to a warehouse. If not for Wyman following us, the SEALs would be looking elsewhere.”
“Do you really trust these vampires to help us? Because I don’t. We need to rescue our sister.”
I waved a hand to get her attention. “We’re fish out of water here. That shifter, Vera, is massive and scary as fuck. We might know vampires, but we’re not prepared for a shifter or her pack.” I blew out a breath. “Roman gave me twenty-four hours to get the intel he wants to confirm Abbey is under the SEALs’ protection.”
She picked up a fry. “Then what?”
“No clue.” I took another swig of water. “He told me he would take it from there. Let’s see what Sam and his team can do.”
