away as she analyzed me and thought about that. “I need to test your blood. We might finally have the secret to this virus. To figuring out how to stop it.”
She looked like a kid in a candy shop, ready to drain my blood in the name of science. But curiosity was a dominant trait in my personality too, so hell yeah, let’s figure out how to cure these bloodsuckers. I nodded and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
“Come, I’ll show you my lab!” Her glasses had fallen on the bridge of her nose and she pushed them up, looking 150% an adorable nerd.
And Sam had noticed.
He was watching her like she was some fascinating creature that he wanted to touch but knew was off limits. Did Becca even realize he felt something for her? Did she feel something for him? Had they hooked up? If not, which one of these idiots was the hold-up, because life was way too short. Even for ash.
Becca walked us back through a narrow hallway that opened up into a huge science lab, all stainless steel benches, fluorescent lighting, massive machines, and shelves filled with beakers, vials, and other science paraphernalia.
“I have all of the latest technology, and I get blood donations from a local blood bank under the guise that I’m researching human diseases. Which I do on the side for fun.”
Of course she did. Jayden and I shared a smile.
She continued: “That’s how we’ll get our food. I have more than enough blood to feed us and continue my human research.”
My eyes were roaming over all of the expensive equipment when I saw Sam pick up a white lab coat off the far wall and pull gloves on. Oh hell no. If Sam was mysterious, sexy, a pilot, and a smarty pants, I was going to lose it.
“How do you pay for all this? You said your grant was only twenty years? It must have run out by now.” I glanced around the room again, chuckling as Kyle touched a heated coil and pulled his hand back, getting burned. Dumbass.
“Sammy funds all of my research now,” she said guilelessly.
Of course he does … probably hacks into crooked politicians’ bank accounts to pay for it.
I met Sam’s eyes and he winked, confirming my thoughts. He was a bad boy to the core.
“Sam, can you ready the centrifuge?” Becca asked, opening a blood-drawing kit.
Sam nodded and walked over to a big machine and began tinkering with it. Wow, I couldn’t imagine these two playing lab partners for decades and not having tumbled between the sheets at least once. I was actually dying to know, and when I looked at Jayden I could see him trying to figure it out too. I knew my BAFF; his gaze was all over these two.
In a smooth, relatively painless move, Becca took a sample of my blood. The moment it exited my veins and entered the tube, the scent of it hit the air. Her nostrils flared, eyes pulsing as she looked at me.
“Incredible! I have the urge to bite you. It’s my immune system wanting the cure! It must be worse for full-fledged vampires…”
Okay ... homegirl was cute and totally socially awkward. I was kind of beginning to like her.
“There’s something you should know,” I said as she pulled the needle from my arm. “My vampire father or sire or whatever is an Original.”
I waited for her shock, but she just smiled.
“I know. Sammy told me. That’s why I’m so eager to get a look at your blood.”
My jaw dropped as I pinned Sam to the wall with my glare. “You told her!”
His expression did turn slightly regretful, but before he could speak, Becca stuck up for him. Again. “Don’t be mad. We’re best friends, he tells me everything.”
What sort of fucking alternate universe was I in? Sam was sitting around some shipping container in Alaska with a hot-ass nerdy doctor, spilling his secrets. I had known him months now and he had said about fifty-six words. Fifty-four of them in the last hour. FML.
Ryder moved then, approaching Sam, who was just placing my blood vials into the centri-whatever thingy.
“Lots of
She looked like a kid in a candy shop, ready to drain my blood in the name of science. But curiosity was a dominant trait in my personality too, so hell yeah, let’s figure out how to cure these bloodsuckers. I nodded and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
“Come, I’ll show you my lab!” Her glasses had fallen on the bridge of her nose and she pushed them up, looking 150% an adorable nerd.
And Sam had noticed.
He was watching her like she was some fascinating creature that he wanted to touch but knew was off limits. Did Becca even realize he felt something for her? Did she feel something for him? Had they hooked up? If not, which one of these idiots was the hold-up, because life was way too short. Even for ash.
Becca walked us back through a narrow hallway that opened up into a huge science lab, all stainless steel benches, fluorescent lighting, massive machines, and shelves filled with beakers, vials, and other science paraphernalia.
“I have all of the latest technology, and I get blood donations from a local blood bank under the guise that I’m researching human diseases. Which I do on the side for fun.”
Of course she did. Jayden and I shared a smile.
She continued: “That’s how we’ll get our food. I have more than enough blood to feed us and continue my human research.”
My eyes were roaming over all of the expensive equipment when I saw Sam pick up a white lab coat off the far wall and pull gloves on. Oh hell no. If Sam was mysterious, sexy, a pilot, and a smarty pants, I was going to lose it.
“How do you pay for all this? You said your grant was only twenty years? It must have run out by now.” I glanced around the room again, chuckling as Kyle touched a heated coil and pulled his hand back, getting burned. Dumbass.
“Sammy funds all of my research now,” she said guilelessly.
Of course he does … probably hacks into crooked politicians’ bank accounts to pay for it.
I met Sam’s eyes and he winked, confirming my thoughts. He was a bad boy to the core.
“Sam, can you ready the centrifuge?” Becca asked, opening a blood-drawing kit.
Sam nodded and walked over to a big machine and began tinkering with it. Wow, I couldn’t imagine these two playing lab partners for decades and not having tumbled between the sheets at least once. I was actually dying to know, and when I looked at Jayden I could see him trying to figure it out too. I knew my BAFF; his gaze was all over these two.
In a smooth, relatively painless move, Becca took a sample of my blood. The moment it exited my veins and entered the tube, the scent of it hit the air. Her nostrils flared, eyes pulsing as she looked at me.
“Incredible! I have the urge to bite you. It’s my immune system wanting the cure! It must be worse for full-fledged vampires…”
Okay ... homegirl was cute and totally socially awkward. I was kind of beginning to like her.
“There’s something you should know,” I said as she pulled the needle from my arm. “My vampire father or sire or whatever is an Original.”
I waited for her shock, but she just smiled.
“I know. Sammy told me. That’s why I’m so eager to get a look at your blood.”
My jaw dropped as I pinned Sam to the wall with my glare. “You told her!”
His expression did turn slightly regretful, but before he could speak, Becca stuck up for him. Again. “Don’t be mad. We’re best friends, he tells me everything.”
What sort of fucking alternate universe was I in? Sam was sitting around some shipping container in Alaska with a hot-ass nerdy doctor, spilling his secrets. I had known him months now and he had said about fifty-six words. Fifty-four of them in the last hour. FML.
Ryder moved then, approaching Sam, who was just placing my blood vials into the centri-whatever thingy.
“Lots of
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