Contained (Evolution Series Book 5) Read Free Page B

into her mind. “I’ve had a lot of energy.”
    I choked on a laugh.
    “What?” she asked. “That brother of yours really—”
    I whacked her arm. “Stop! Just, please, stop.”
    She grinned. “Sorry. But you know my mouth has a mind of it’s own.”
    “That’s the understatement of the century.”
    She nudged her thigh against mine. “You love me for it.”
    “No. I put up with that shit because I love you.”
    Chelsea shrugged. “Same dif.”
    Harry chuckled. “Teenage girls never cease to amaze me.”
    “Hey,” Chelsea said. “You say that as if you’re over a hundred and a little birdie told me you’re only in your thirties.”
    He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. “She still doesn’t know we can hear a normal’s thoughts does she?”
    “Nope. She thinks it’s just me because of something Nathan did to me.”
    Harry gave me an ever so slight nod then said, “I never understood them then and I don’t understand them now.”
    Chelsea sat up tall. “That’s because perfection is complex.”
    I laughed. “That’s so pathetic.”
    She shrugged. “Well, you know my mind’s somewhere else. Be glad I’m not saying what’s really on my mind.”
    “On that note.” Harry held up the needle as he took Chelsea’s arm.
    I quickly looked away.
    “Ouch!” Chelsea said making me jump.
    I glared at her. “That’s so not funny.”
    She laughed. “Yes, it is. You’re such a girl. They barely even hurt.”
    “Except if Harry slips and sticks the needle deep into your muscles, then I bet it would hurt.”
    Chelsea groaned as she rolled her eyes.
    Harry chuckled. “Except you won’t feel the pain.”
    “True,” I said, remembering when the psycho had carved me up. I hadn’t felt a thing. “But I’m not so sure you will be that lucky, Chels.”
    “Death by needle. I think I’ll take my chances.”
    Hearing the needle clink on the metal tray, and Harry’s footsteps as he turned away, I dared a peek in Chelsea’s direction. She was peering under the cotton ball that Harry had placed over the puncture wound.
    “No way.” She inched her face closer to get a better look. “It’s closing up.” Chelsea held out her arm for me to look and sure enough, the tiny hole in her skin was almost gone.
    She shifted her gaze to mine. Her eyes were lit up with excitement. “That is so cool.”
    Harry came over and grabbed Chelsea’s arm, manoeuvring it so he could get a better look. A moment later he shook his head. “I guess we can say that healing is a definite ability Jade’s blood has given you.” He let go of her arm. “Whether it continues to have that effect… only time will tell.”
    Hoping Chelsea’s mind was on the topic at hand, I opened up the connection to Harry’s thoughts. “And more testing I’m guessing,” I said, putting his plans out there.
    “I suppose you’d probably need to take more of Jade’s blood to compare it to?” Chelsea asked with an evil grin.
    I was relieved to hear that Harry already had enough of my blood for the time being.
    He chuckled. “Jade’s off the hook for a while.” Harry sat in his desk chair and scooted into the open space between his desk and the bench we were sitting on. My heart sank as I heard what he was about to ask. “So have you heard anything about what’s happening with the media?” he asked.
    “Nope. Been too busy for that,” Chelsea said with a grin.
    Harry smiled briefly at Chelsea before returning his gaze to me. “What’s going through your head?”
    I clenched my hands into fists as I thought about all the people who’d come forward pleading for my help.
    “What’s he talking about?” Chelsea asked.
    When I didn’t answer, Harry jumped in, “It didn’t take long for the word to get out about what Jade did to you and there’s been a continuous flood of people begging Jade to cure their terminally ill loved ones.”
    I jumped off the bench and paced the room, a million scenarios running