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Frankie shook her head. "Who are you, and what did you do with my timid best friend?"
Mia smiled. "I've never told you this, but I have a very special paranormal talent. I'm an enhancer. I make other talents stronger, and on several occasions, Toven needed me to fortify his compulsion ability. Two of the missions were nothing special because there was easy access for my chair, but one of them was in a remote region in Karelia, and he had to carry me. That was the stressful one because we were in enemy territory, but it was probably the most excitement I've had in my life, and that's including my Perfect Match adventure."
"Un-freaking-believable." Frankie felt her head spinning. "I want you to tell me all about it." She took a sip from the sweet juice, but it only made her feel nauseous, so she put it back on the coffee table. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm nauseous and dizzy, and everything I try to eat or drink makes it worse. I really don't handle stress well."
Mia frowned. "Are you sure it's stress? Maybe you are transitioning?"
"I don't have a fever."
"You are sweating, and the air conditioning is on." Mia maneuvered her chair to get closer. "Let me feel your forehead."
"I don't have a fever," Frankie insisted but leaned her forehead into Mia's extended palm to humor her.
"You're a little warm." Mia pulled her phone out of its holder. "I'm calling Bridget."
Frankie swallowed. "I can't be transitioning yet. It hasn't been long enough."
Except, she'd received a booster, so maybe she was.
Dagor had given her a blood transfusion last night, and that was in addition to the venom. It was very possible that she was transitioning.
"There is no harm in calling the doctor and asking her opinion, right?"
Panic constricting her throat, Frankie nodded.
What if she lost consciousness before Dagor returned?
What if she was out cold for the rest of the cruise?
She'd been looking forward to telling Margo about all the wonders of the immortal world and introducing her to Dagor, and now she would miss all that. Margo would be so disappointed.
Mia put her phone back in the holder. "Bridget says that you should come down to the clinic."
Frankie had been so up in her head that she hadn't even heard Mia speaking with the doctor.
"What did you tell her?"
"That you were nauseous, dizzy, and felt a little warm to the touch. She said she needs to run some blood tests on you to rule out a reaction to the blood transfusion."
As panic rose in Frankie's chest, her head swam, and bile rose in her throat.
How did Bridget know about Dagor's blood transfusion? Had she guessed?
"Don't look so scared." Mia patted her knee. "I don't think it's an allergic reaction to the transfusion. It didn't happen in the first twenty-four hours, and the chances that you are reacting to it now are very slim. I'm sure it's the transition."
"Oh, right." Frankie let out a breath. "That transfusion. I forgot about it."
Bridget had referred to the one she had administered to replenish Frankie's lost blood. She didn't know about Dagor's.
Mia looked at her with worry in her eyes. "Your fever seems to be getting higher. We should get you to the clinic before you pass out."
Dagor
Dagor wiped his hands on his pants and grimaced. As soon as they got back to the beach where they had left the boats, he was going to dunk into the water and wash all the grime away.
It had been a lot of work to get rid of all the bodies, old and new.
This time, they had made sure that no trace remained. The vehicles, the rifles, and the ammunition were going back with them to be donated to Turner's contractor, who had supplied them with the transport and the drones.
