started.”
“The only other teams are the Spec Ops who’ve just been sent on mission, and Remy’s team of Walkers.”
“Yes.”
Something dark crossed his features. “I told you. I don’t want you near Remy McCabe.”
“Why?” she challenged. “What is it with you two? Why do you hate each other so much?”
“There’s nothing with us two ! I simply despise the man.”
She didn’t have to be a Walker to know her brother was lying to her. “I mean it, Mace. Let me stay on Remy’s team or ship me home. Those are your options.”
“This is your home,” he ground out from between clenched teeth, but she could tell some of the fight had left him.
“Look, you don’t like Remy, for reasons only God knows, but it’s a suitable option. I get to keep training, and you get the peace of mind of knowing that he’s keeping an eye on me.”
“I don’t want him keeping an eye on you!”
“He won’t let the other trainees rough me up.” She shook her head. “That’s all I meant.”
Silence settled between them and Harlow could only watch as Mason began pacing, his jaw working all the while as his expression darkened. He was going to lose this battle, and they both knew it.
“Mace?”
“Fine,” he barked as he spun on her. “But if I find out that Remy McCabe has laid so much as a finger on you, I’m going to wipe him off the face of the Earth.”
Lay a finger on me? “It’s not like that. He’s my trainer, not my…”
“He’s your nothing!” Mason was in her face in a flash. “And so help me, Harlow, you’d better remember it!” Turning, he stalked angrily from the room, the door drifting closed behind him.
For someone who was supposed to have just been saved from her own personal hell, she was taking quite a beating from the two main men in her life.
Chapter 12
Three weeks later, and nowhere near fully healed, Harlow was standing at attention in formation with four male Walkers. The sight was pitiful. The top of her head barely reached the Walkers’ collar bones. Still, she lifted her chin and stood as straight as possible. Stone faced, and refusing to be intimidated by her new digs.
Remy had made her stay in the infirmary for a full three-weeks to be monitored. David hadn’t broken any bones, but she had cracked ribs, and that was enough to shove Remy into over-protective mode. He’d ensured her nutrition was back up to par, had her head scanned to make sure there was no permanent damage from her concussion, and was making sure her ribs had the best chance at healing. He’d visited her daily and, like her brother, had tried to talk her into quitting training. It seemed no one wanted her as a Walker Sentry. She’d hoped to get some backup from Nyree and Beth, but Mason hadn’t been lying when he said the other Sentry team had been sent out on mission.
Mason had informed her that morning that he’d stop by the infirmary to escort her back to the training field. He’d wanted to introduce her to her new team, but she’d ditched him. The last thing she needed was her older brother attempting to intimidate her new teammates into accepting her. Instead, she’d woken early, showered, pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail, dressed in her black BDUs, and double-timed it to the training field. The all-Walker team hadn’t been difficult to find.
She’d stepped onto the field to discover her old team, minus David, lounging around, waiting for training to begin. They’d greeted her warmly…maybe too warmly. Their sentiments seemed sorrowful, and she felt a pang of guilt for abandoning them, but she had to do what she needed to finish her training, and this was the only way Mason would allow it to happen. After a round of hugs her ribs ached, but she hid it as best she could. Her former teammates were large, but their size was nothing compared to that of the members of her new team.
The Walker males stood in
“The only other teams are the Spec Ops who’ve just been sent on mission, and Remy’s team of Walkers.”
“Yes.”
Something dark crossed his features. “I told you. I don’t want you near Remy McCabe.”
“Why?” she challenged. “What is it with you two? Why do you hate each other so much?”
“There’s nothing with us two ! I simply despise the man.”
She didn’t have to be a Walker to know her brother was lying to her. “I mean it, Mace. Let me stay on Remy’s team or ship me home. Those are your options.”
“This is your home,” he ground out from between clenched teeth, but she could tell some of the fight had left him.
“Look, you don’t like Remy, for reasons only God knows, but it’s a suitable option. I get to keep training, and you get the peace of mind of knowing that he’s keeping an eye on me.”
“I don’t want him keeping an eye on you!”
“He won’t let the other trainees rough me up.” She shook her head. “That’s all I meant.”
Silence settled between them and Harlow could only watch as Mason began pacing, his jaw working all the while as his expression darkened. He was going to lose this battle, and they both knew it.
“Mace?”
“Fine,” he barked as he spun on her. “But if I find out that Remy McCabe has laid so much as a finger on you, I’m going to wipe him off the face of the Earth.”
Lay a finger on me? “It’s not like that. He’s my trainer, not my…”
“He’s your nothing!” Mason was in her face in a flash. “And so help me, Harlow, you’d better remember it!” Turning, he stalked angrily from the room, the door drifting closed behind him.
For someone who was supposed to have just been saved from her own personal hell, she was taking quite a beating from the two main men in her life.
Chapter 12
Three weeks later, and nowhere near fully healed, Harlow was standing at attention in formation with four male Walkers. The sight was pitiful. The top of her head barely reached the Walkers’ collar bones. Still, she lifted her chin and stood as straight as possible. Stone faced, and refusing to be intimidated by her new digs.
Remy had made her stay in the infirmary for a full three-weeks to be monitored. David hadn’t broken any bones, but she had cracked ribs, and that was enough to shove Remy into over-protective mode. He’d ensured her nutrition was back up to par, had her head scanned to make sure there was no permanent damage from her concussion, and was making sure her ribs had the best chance at healing. He’d visited her daily and, like her brother, had tried to talk her into quitting training. It seemed no one wanted her as a Walker Sentry. She’d hoped to get some backup from Nyree and Beth, but Mason hadn’t been lying when he said the other Sentry team had been sent out on mission.
Mason had informed her that morning that he’d stop by the infirmary to escort her back to the training field. He’d wanted to introduce her to her new team, but she’d ditched him. The last thing she needed was her older brother attempting to intimidate her new teammates into accepting her. Instead, she’d woken early, showered, pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail, dressed in her black BDUs, and double-timed it to the training field. The all-Walker team hadn’t been difficult to find.
She’d stepped onto the field to discover her old team, minus David, lounging around, waiting for training to begin. They’d greeted her warmly…maybe too warmly. Their sentiments seemed sorrowful, and she felt a pang of guilt for abandoning them, but she had to do what she needed to finish her training, and this was the only way Mason would allow it to happen. After a round of hugs her ribs ached, but she hid it as best she could. Her former teammates were large, but their size was nothing compared to that of the members of her new team.
The Walker males stood in
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