Page 67 of Wicked Allure
“Will this take long?” Tomesha asked.
“Not at all. My name is Lou, and I’ll be taking your sample. Here we are.” She opened a door and motioned for Tomesha to enter.
Tomesha stepped inside and found herself in a standard medical exam room.
“Please have a seat.”
Tomesha settled in the chair next to the desk. Lou settled in front of the computer. She typed in a few commands to awaken the monitor. Tomesha crossed her legs in an attempt to appear normal and not nervous. This was so sudden. She wished she’d have had a heads-up to be able to process what was happening.
“What do I have to do for the draft?” Tomesha was curious, and since she was here, she might as well ask. She hadn’t really researched the process. Humans got drafted all the time, but in her town, it didn’t happen that often.
“We’ll obtain your blood sample and submit it. We’ll run the sample and enter you into our database. If a match is found, then you’ll be notified. Each evening you can watch the public broadcast where the positive matches are announced. If you’re paired, an armed guard will escort you to your mate.”
Tomesha’s heart stuttered. Lou made it sound so simple, as if they weren’t disrupting someone’s entire life. What if her mate lived in Seattle or somewhere like that? That was a long distance away from her family.
Would her family be able to go with her?
Would her mate be willing to come live in Butterbush?
So many questions filled her mind. What if her mate didn’t want her family with her? That would be a deal breaker for Tomesha. Her brother and grandmother meant everything to her. She just couldn’t see herself leaving her family behind.
“What are the chances of me being matched?” Tomesha asked. Now that she thought about it, maybe she didn’t want to match with anyone.
“One in a million.”
Tomesha blew out a deep breath. So maybe the odds were in her favor. Lou didn’t take long drawing her blood sample. Three vials were obtained. Lou placed a bandage on the insertion sight and wrapped it up with soft tape.
“I don’t scent any diseases that need to be addressed right away.” Lou wrote on the labels she’d placed on the vials.
Tomesha blinked and stared at her. Apparently she was a vampire.
“Um, okay.” Tomesha exhaled.
“We have to ensure that all of our humans entering the draft are as healthy as possible. If not, then we’ll help get the medical care one would need. Vampires are very possessive of their mates and will want what’s best for them.” Lou stood and handed Tomesha a few papers. “Here is some general information about the draft and a number for you to call if you’re interested in the other testing that’s run on your blood work. Any questions?”
Tomesha paused and thought about it. She bit her lip, unsure if she should even ask, but she was dying to know.
“Would you be able to tell me if a certain vampire is registered?” Tomesha asked. She wanted to know if Dru was in the registry. That would give her a little hope. With the chemistry they shared, it would be hard to believe they weren’t each other’s match.
“I’m sorry. That is confidential information. Anything else I can answer for you?” Lou’s head tilted to the side. There was a curious note in her expression, but she remained silent.
Of course it would be confidential about the general. Dru was a high-powered vampire. What was Tomesha thinking? She dug deep for a smile that she truly didn’t feel.
“No, I think that is all. Thank you.”
The door rattled on the SUV from the force of Dru’s slam. She stalked toward the inn with anger still burning deep inside her. They had been so damn close to capturing Solomon. How the hell had he known they were on their way to his cottage? This was one failure she didn’t want to report. They’d still go after him, but it would be on Dru’s terms.
“General.” Talbot’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
She swung around to him with a growl.
His steps faltered before he continued to advance to her. “Would you like the men to regroup behind the inn?”
“What I want is to know how the hell he knew we were coming,” she snarled. She stalked over and stood toe to toe with him.
He didn’t back away from her but kept his eyes forward. The others continued on to the building. She ignored them. Talbot had a hand in choosing the warriors who’d come to Butterbush with them. Had someone leaked their plans? She was never one who failed at anything, and this should have been a straightforward mission. This was unacceptable.
“I’m not sure, General,” he replied. “But I’ll find out.”
