She gave a wry, sad chuckle that ended on a half sob.
Getting her upset right now wouldn’t help her recovery any,
so he decided to drop it for now. He drew a hand lightly down one of her arms.
“I need to call Malcolm and let him know you’re conscious.”
“In just a moment.” She snuggled tighter against him and he
tried to control the burgeoning interest from his groin. “Let me enjoy this for
a little bit first before he comes to start poking and prodding.”
He chuckled low. “I don’t think Malcolm would appreciate
your interpretation of his doctoring skills.”
“Don’t tell him I said that. He’s actually very good. It’s
amazing what he’s been able to do here with very few resources.”
He looked at her shrewdly. They needed to talk about what
he’d seen when he dream-walked with her. “We need to protect what we’ve built
here, too. You need to talk to Bethany.”
She closed her eyes in pain. “I understand. I do.”
He saw the tears build in the corner of her eyes. “ Shhh ,” he kissed her forehead. “We’ll try to figure out
something, but for now, you need to relax. You’re still recovering. It’s not
good for you to get so worked up. Let me call Malcolm.”
“Okay.”
He gave her a hug of reassurance.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Marcus both grinned at
her. “You’re definitely getting better,” Malcolm said.
Relief flooded Marcus.
“Your fever has broken and your sutures look good. I want
you to take it easy the next couple of days and if you do that, then you’re
going to be feeling much better. Do you have any questions?”
“I really would love a shower. Can I take one?” He shook his
head so she added in a really sweet voice, “Please?”
“Tell you what. You can have a sponge bath today. I can send
Brooklyn over to help you with that. Right now you’re too weak and will just
hurt yourself more if you use all your energy or fall in the shower. I’ll check
you again in twenty-four hours and we’ll re-evaluate then. Will that work?”
She grinned at him like he’d just made her queen. “Yes.
Thanks, Malcolm.”
He turned toward Marcus. “Keep her calm. No excitement and
for now, let’s continue with broths and bread for food. She’s probably going to
start getting antsy. You can carry her down to your living room, but I don’t
want her doing anything more strenuous until I see her tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry. After the last few days, I’m not going to let
her do anything that could jeopardize her recovery.” Marcus looked at her with
a domineering smirk.
“Brooklyn should be here in the next thirty minutes or so.”
“Thanks, Malcolm.”
* * *
Twenty-four hours later, Lori felt ready to crawl out of her
skin. After being in captivity for so long, she felt guilty for not taking full
advantage of her freedom. She should be doing something to free her friends.
Marcus hovered and pushed her for answers about the ES and how she’d been
imprisoned, but she wasn’t ready to share yet. She’d trusted once before and
lost the last six years of her life as a result. That wasn’t something easily
forgotten.
Luckily for Lori, she hadn’t realized she had her ability
for years, although it had probably been there shortly after the Veil dropped
like everyone else who developed them. No, she discovered it purely by accident
one day when she couldn’t get the lock on her door to work. She’d been
frustrated and angry as she wiggled the key within the sticky lock. Suddenly
the actual physical part of the door around the handle reformed and morphed,
creating a hole so she could just reach in and unlock the door from inside.
While standing there looking at it in shock, it occurred to her that she’d done
that. She hadn’t even tried. It just happened.
Then, she had the problem of figuring out how to return her
door to normal, never realizing all she had to do was let go of the knob and it
would change back. By the time she finished, she’d
Getting her upset right now wouldn’t help her recovery any,
so he decided to drop it for now. He drew a hand lightly down one of her arms.
“I need to call Malcolm and let him know you’re conscious.”
“In just a moment.” She snuggled tighter against him and he
tried to control the burgeoning interest from his groin. “Let me enjoy this for
a little bit first before he comes to start poking and prodding.”
He chuckled low. “I don’t think Malcolm would appreciate
your interpretation of his doctoring skills.”
“Don’t tell him I said that. He’s actually very good. It’s
amazing what he’s been able to do here with very few resources.”
He looked at her shrewdly. They needed to talk about what
he’d seen when he dream-walked with her. “We need to protect what we’ve built
here, too. You need to talk to Bethany.”
She closed her eyes in pain. “I understand. I do.”
He saw the tears build in the corner of her eyes. “ Shhh ,” he kissed her forehead. “We’ll try to figure out
something, but for now, you need to relax. You’re still recovering. It’s not
good for you to get so worked up. Let me call Malcolm.”
“Okay.”
He gave her a hug of reassurance.
Fifteen minutes later, Malcolm and Marcus both grinned at
her. “You’re definitely getting better,” Malcolm said.
Relief flooded Marcus.
“Your fever has broken and your sutures look good. I want
you to take it easy the next couple of days and if you do that, then you’re
going to be feeling much better. Do you have any questions?”
“I really would love a shower. Can I take one?” He shook his
head so she added in a really sweet voice, “Please?”
“Tell you what. You can have a sponge bath today. I can send
Brooklyn over to help you with that. Right now you’re too weak and will just
hurt yourself more if you use all your energy or fall in the shower. I’ll check
you again in twenty-four hours and we’ll re-evaluate then. Will that work?”
She grinned at him like he’d just made her queen. “Yes.
Thanks, Malcolm.”
He turned toward Marcus. “Keep her calm. No excitement and
for now, let’s continue with broths and bread for food. She’s probably going to
start getting antsy. You can carry her down to your living room, but I don’t
want her doing anything more strenuous until I see her tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry. After the last few days, I’m not going to let
her do anything that could jeopardize her recovery.” Marcus looked at her with
a domineering smirk.
“Brooklyn should be here in the next thirty minutes or so.”
“Thanks, Malcolm.”
* * *
Twenty-four hours later, Lori felt ready to crawl out of her
skin. After being in captivity for so long, she felt guilty for not taking full
advantage of her freedom. She should be doing something to free her friends.
Marcus hovered and pushed her for answers about the ES and how she’d been
imprisoned, but she wasn’t ready to share yet. She’d trusted once before and
lost the last six years of her life as a result. That wasn’t something easily
forgotten.
Luckily for Lori, she hadn’t realized she had her ability
for years, although it had probably been there shortly after the Veil dropped
like everyone else who developed them. No, she discovered it purely by accident
one day when she couldn’t get the lock on her door to work. She’d been
frustrated and angry as she wiggled the key within the sticky lock. Suddenly
the actual physical part of the door around the handle reformed and morphed,
creating a hole so she could just reach in and unlock the door from inside.
While standing there looking at it in shock, it occurred to her that she’d done
that. She hadn’t even tried. It just happened.
Then, she had the problem of figuring out how to return her
door to normal, never realizing all she had to do was let go of the knob and it
would change back. By the time she finished, she’d
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