Extraits

I was wrecked inside, and I didn't want him to see that.

That stubborn little chin raised a notch, but she took off the opal scuff. "I hate...the idea of being carried." She handed over the cuff, and I slipped it on, getting a little zap from it. I also took the gun from her, slipping it in the waistband of my pants. "How about you get on my back? So in a way you're not being carried- you're riding me." I Paused and then winked. Kat stared. "What?" I laughed, and her eyes immediately narrowed. "You should see yourself right now. Like a kitten -that's what I keep telling you. Your hackles are raised."

Nancy Husher stood beside me. But it wasn't Nancy. "That's so freaky," I murmured, eyeing him/her/whatever for a telltale sign that it was really Daemon. She smirked. Yep. It still was Daemon.

On the sixth day, when the third soldier was given LH-11, he made it through the rest of the day and well into the seventh day. He immediately began showing signs of a successful mutation. He passed the stress test with flying colors. Nancy was so thrilled, I thought she was going to kiss me- and I thought I was actually going to have to hit a chick.

"Holy smokes," Kat whispered. "The kid's like Damien from The Omen." I would've laughed, because with the bowl-cut brown hair and slight, mischevious grin, he did look like the little Antichrist. Except it wasn't funny because Washington was face-first in the floor, and the freaky kid was now staring at me with those purple eyes. Man, I did not like freaky kids.

"I've been waiting a long time to run tests on someone like you," he said to Daemon, voice high-pitched. Daemon arched a brow. "Another fanboy. I have them everywhere." I muttered, "Only you would see that as a good thing." He shot me a grin.

"Are we interrupting?" Nancy asked. Daemon snorted. "No. We were just saying how sad we were that you guys weren't visiting us."

He stepped aside, allowing me back into the hallway. As we headed to another elevator, he was glued to my hip. "As close as you're riding me, man, I feel like I need to take you out to dinner or something. At least I should get your name."

"I hate to think of you as being unstable, too," she said. "Kat ins't unstable. All these videos show is her defending herself, or that she was scared." Nancy made a sound of disagreement. "Hybrids can be so predictable." I met her gaze and held it. "So can Luxen."

"Kat has proven to show signs of extreme anger, a hallmark of instability in a hybrid." "Really? Kat's angry? Could it be because you're holding her captive?" The words tasted like acid. "She attacked several members of my team." A smile spread across my face. That's my girl. "So sorry to hear that."