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a large white envelope.
    “Extra insurance that we’re the only ones not affected by Tobias and
Matthews.” He grinned.
    “What is that?” I asked suspiciously. Nicholas turned the envelope upside
down and two huge syringes fell onto the couch.

Chapter 3
    “What the fuck?” I spat out.
    Lucas placed his hand over mine. “Don’t worry, Rory, I picked these up
myself,” he told me.
    I raised my eyebrows skeptically.
    “They’re from the same guy who gave us the scrambler. He’s legit. The
injection, along with the frequency scrambler, ensures you aren’t going to
black out.” Lucas squeezed my hand.
    “I guess I’ll just take your word for it!” I said in exasperation. “I
mean, I don’t even have blood in my veins. How the hell is this going to work
on me?”
    “It will work,” Emmett said forcefully. We all turned to look at him.
    “I, I can see bits and pieces of tonight,” Emmett explained. “You’re not
going to black out. But you need to follow their advice. Stay close to Nicholas
and take the injection.”
    “Oh fine!” I pulled my hand from Lucas’ grip and crossed my arms in front
of my chest defiantly. “Whatever. I’m tired of arguing.” I didn’t want tell
anyone that I was deathly afraid of needles. They used to make me pass out when
I was a kid.
    I closed my eyes and held my arm out in front of me. “Just get it over
with,” I snapped to no one in particular.
    “Afraid it’s not that simple,” Nicholas said apologetically.
    My eyes flew open. “Meaning?” I asked through gritted teeth.
    “Has to go in fatty tissue. Absorbs best if you inject it directly into
your stomach, by your navel. Here, I’ll show you how it’s done.” Nicholas stood
up, raised his shirt to reveal a set of shredded abs and jabbed the needle next
to his belly button without even flinching.
    I willed myself not to swoon. God,
I hate needles.
    “See?” he was saying. “It’s easy.” Nicholas held out the other syringe
for me to take it.
    “I could do it for you,” Lucas offered.
    I ignored him and snatched the syringe out of Nicholas’ hand. I wasn’t
mad at Lucas but I needed to get this over with. Having him stab me in my
stomach with a needle wasn’t going to be any easier than doing it myself.
    “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked. Nicholas pointed down the hall.
    Without looking at anyone, I walked purposefully out of the room. I
didn’t want them to see how much I was shaking. Once inside the bathroom with
the door locked, I pulled up my shirt to reveal my stomach. No fucking way I can do this. But I had to.
    With shaking hands, I uncapped the syringe and, before I could think
about what I was doing, I awkwardly shoved the needle deep into my stomach. I
tried to decompress the syringe, to shoot the liquid through the needle, but my
hands were shaking profusely.
    I pulled the needle back out in relief and chucked it into the garbage. Hope I did that right . I headed back to
the main room.
    “Done,” I announced. “So what else did you find out about Henry’s dad
from tapping his phone and email?” I asked, changing the subject.
    “Only about the barcode,” Lucas replied. “He must have deleted everything
else before I saw it. I wanted to tell Emmett right away and remembered that
you said he was a professor. So I went to the faculty section on the
university’s website and got his contact info there.”
    “I still wish you’d included me,” I muttered. “So why did you have to
come tonight?” I turned my attention to Emmett.
    “I didn’t. In fact, Lucas told me not to feel obligated. But I thought I
might be able to offer some support, if I could see anything about how this is
going to go down.”
    “That was nice of you.” I meant it. “Have you been able to figure out any
more about it then?”
    Emmett smiled wanly. “I know where the check-in point is located. It’s
about 15 miles from here, farther north.”
    “What happens at the check-in?” Nicolas asked.