Ravenous

   He continued to study me, his eyes narrowed. “I would like to run some other tests on you, if you would let me.”

   “What kind of tests?”

   “Some genetic tests. There may be something in your blood that’s different, something in your genetic makeup that is not the same as the others, something that made you immune when others weren’t.”

   “You’re immune too.”

   “But you’re different.” There was a glow in his eyes, a light that slightly u

   “Of course I do!” I protested hotly, realizing only too late that I had just given him the reaction he had been angling for.

   “Good, good. There may be something…”

   His words drifted off as the door creaked open. Relief and joy filled me when Aiden popped his head around the corner. A small cry of delight escaped me. I hurried past the doctor toward my brother. He gri

   “Yes.” It was a lie, we both knew that, but it was a lie we clung to for now. Abby stepped into the doorway with Bret close behind her. They embraced me gingerly, wearier of my wounds than Aiden had been, though Bret clung to me for a moment longer than I would have liked. “Are you guys ok?”

   “Perfectly fine,” Abby assured me.

   “What happened?” I asked softly.

   “You don’t remember?”

   I didn’t want to remember, everything in me shied away from those last moments on the beach. “No.”

   “One of those things got a hold of you, but thankfully the rebellion had been in the woods when we reached land. They were able to fight it off. You were hurt pretty bad, but the doc took care of you so you’ll be ok.”

   I managed a small smile for Abby, but I was certain that I was never going to be ok again. “The rebellion?” I asked quietly.

   “There are about sixty people upstairs, eight are soldiers, and the rest are survivors. They have a fair amount of weapons, and it’s relatively safe.”

   “For now,” I muttered. Abby’s eyes were soft as she squeezed my arm.

   I had the crushing feeling that too much time had passed, felt as if it was all slipping rapidly through my fingers, but I didn’t know how to stop it. But it had to be stopped; it had to be changed, somehow.

   “You have to be hungry,” Abby said softly drawing my attention back to her. “We’ve only been able to give you juice while you were out.”

   I nodded, surprised to realize that I was in fact very hungry even though there was a hollow pit in my stomach. Abby continued to prattle on as they led the way down the hallway, up a set of stairs, and into the large warehouse. Her talk was nervous, on edge, and it took me a moment to realize she was trying to fill my head with her words instead of thoughts of Cade. I loved her even more because of it, but it wasn’t working.

   I studied the people gathered within the building; some of them were sleeping on blankets and thin mattresses. Others were huddled in small groups, though none of them seemed to really be speaking. Lobster pots had been stacked against the back wall; they reached almost to the top of the cavernous ceiling.

   “This way.”

   I followed Aiden through a back door, surprised to realize that it was a small kitchen. There were a few people inside of it, talking softly as they put dishes away. The smell of food hit me, my stomach rumbled eagerly. I was given a plate that consisted of ca

   Curtains had been drawn over the windows, but I pulled them slightly back to stare out at the quiet day. As I ate, I pla

   Soldiers that could help me either find Cade again, or help me exact my revenge. Because if I didn’t find him, or if he was dead, I was going to take out as much revenge as I could until I was stopped. I left the kitchen; my attention was focused on the two men and one woman standing by the front door in army fatigues. I didn’t know how I would go about trying to find Cade again, but I did know that I was tired of ru

   And these soldiers were the ones that were going to help me do that.