Skin Walkers: Leto Read Free Page B

changed to one of pity.  “Doc says you shouldn’t stuff yourself.  It’ll make you sick after so many days without.”
    Shy pulled a greasy drumstick from between her lips long enough to ask, “Doc?”
    York crossed back to the table and pulled a carton of milk from another bag.  He handed her the milk and she quickly folded the top open before downing half the contents in one swallow.
    “Easy,” York admonished.  “She said not to give you too much.”  He shoved an indecisive hand into his hair, “I promised I’d ration your food, but damn if you don’t look ready to blow away.”  He went back to the chair by the window.  Bending to place his elbows on his spread knees he faced her.  “How often were you fed?”
    “Usually every few days,” she mumbled around a bite of food.  “They started to feed me more the last few week s.  Not sure why,” she lied before smirking, “Good behavior I suppose.”
    York watched her silently before he sat up, “Conn attempted to circle back with Leto, but they showed up on Canadian radar and had to hightail it across the border.”
    “Conn?”  She remembered reading about him in the Walker files kept at Megalya.
    “Commander Conn Drago.  He led the mission.   He’s the best there is.”  York smiled then, “And when we get you back to StoneCrow, Commander Drago and his team will return to the Megalya facility and hunt down the rest of those fuckers.  No one escapes Conn Drago.”
    Shy nodded .  What were the odds there existed two Commander Conn Dragos?  He’d been the one she’d researched while working for the Megalya.  Her face twisted in curiosity.  “What’s a Leto?”
    York frowned.  “Leto.”
    He said it like she should understand and when she shook her head York stood and paced to the bed.  “Leto Reigns.  That’s the name of the other prisoner who was being held at Megalya.” 
    Realization dawned and Shy dropped her half eaten piece of chicken into the bucket before grabbing a wad of napkins and wiping her mouth then pulling the soft paper down each of her fingers.  “H-how is he?”
    She noticed that York seemed relieved that she knew of the other prisoner, but didn’t ask why.
    York sighed loudly in relief and sat back down.  For a moment, her question had him unsure if Shy even knew Leto, but once he’d stated that he was the other prisoner she’d clearly remembered him.  It was typical for Walkers to be held captive and never relinquish their names to their captors.
    “He’s fine.  A little undernourished like you and a great deal cranky, but no worse for the wear.  With rest and food he should be fully healed in a few days.”
    “Fully healed?”  Shy stopped cleaning her hands, “What did they do to him.”
    “Just tests.  He refused and fought them on several occasions, but we heal quickly.”
    Shy dropped her eyes, “I never had any success with fighting them.  Th-they only hurt me more.”  She stared at her hands.
    “What kind of tests.”
    Her shoulders hunched as she tried to make herself smaller, “I-I don’t know.  Just tests.  Lots and lots of tests.  Whatever they were looking for or trying to do must not have worked.  They weren’t very happy with me.”
    “How did they capture you?”
    Blinking hard Shy sat up straighter, “I don’t want to talk about it.”  She wasn’t about to admit to this relative stranger that she’d actually been a Megalya employee before they’d kidnappe d her and experimented on her.  She hadn’t known what kind of monsters she’d been working for until it was too late and when she’d confronted them they’d been sure to make her pay.  Her eyes scanned the room, “C-can I call my sister?”
    He seemed disappointed to have to say no.  “I’m sorry, but it’ll have to wait until we’re back to the State s.”  Uncertainty warred on her tired features and York felt compelled to add, “You will be allowed to contact your family as soon as we