Which meant that if Cam had been down there, he was most certainly dead now.
“I truly hope, for your sake, that Cam wasn’t among your subjects, little doctor,” I murmured to the dying female in my arms. “Or you’re going to wish you would have died here today.”
I rearranged my grip on her, holding the slender female to my chest with one arm and bringing my opposite wrist to my mouth. Biting down, I created the remedy she needed to survive, then I pressed my wound to her lips.
“Drink, Calina,” I told her, forcing my essence into her mouth. Her body would automatically do the rest even while unconscious. “When you wake, we’re going to have a very long chat.”
6
Lilith
Bunker 47.
Your idea for creating perfect human slaves—beings that cannot die and remain viable sources of food for us all—has been perfected over the last hundred years.
Unfortunately, we are still struggling to dismantle the bond between the immortal life source and the human slave, but I feel we are close to a breakthrough in that area.
More details on lab results are forthcoming. Doctor Calina was one of the best. It’s a shame that she died with the protocols, but as we both know, desperate times call for desperate measures. She served her purpose, and she served it well.
Press the green arrow below to continue.
Thank you. Your assistant will be with you momentarily to deliver the research logs from Bunker 47.
End transmission.
7
Jace
I pulledup the surveillance to my temporary quarters and smiled at finding Calina finally awake. She’d been out for almost ten hours, which had been a benefit with everything else going on.
Rather than head to my region, we’d returned to Ryder Region. Mostly because Damien had already taken control of all the cameras in the territory, making it easier to maneuver the large group of individuals from the plane without anyone noticing from abroad.
Ryder hadn’t been thrilled or all that accommodating. And he was even more pissed now because the little lycan pup was currently with Willow. But he’d given Darius and Juliet a room to relax in, while I’d chosen to stay in the penthouse royal suites with Damien and our new prisoners.
The plane ride back had been informative with Louis, Zack, and their fellow lab survivors telling us all about their time in the bunker.
Apparently, there’d been several others left to burn below. Zack and three others had gone up to the fifteenth level as a last resort, knowing the place was about to blow, while all the others had continued working on an escape in another area.
Poor bastards, I thought, wincing. There’d been no escaping those flames.
Fortunately, it sounded like all the subjects had escaped their confines, and none of them had been Cam.
GretchenandJames—two names I’d learned from a furious Louis—were the primary researchers who’d experimented on him. Calina was the supervisor and Lilith’s personal pet.
And she’d been there since the beginning.
Which meant my little human wasn’t mortal.
I drew my finger along the screen to zoom in on her pretty face. Her expression gave nothing away despite being naked and tied to a chair.
The other two researchers were in a similar state of undress, but in different rooms. Gretchen was down the hall, and James sat a few feet away from me.
Well, he wasn’t exactly sitting so much as slumping.
Damien had gone a few rounds on him, interrogating the half-breed and threatening to hurt the little pup if he didn’t cooperate. We would never actually follow through with such an act, but James didn’t know that.
The results were beautiful, with James telling us everything we wanted to know.
