their orders?”
No. She wouldn’t have been able to do that.
Charlotte's body began to quake as the adrenaline rushing through her body started to ebb, leaving her cold. “Why is he here? Why do we need him alive?”
Her boss' eyes narrowed on her, “That is not a question I have to answer. What I will tell you is that as soon as his purpose here is finished, you may kill him for what he did to you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and talk to our newest prisoner.”
Taking it as the dismissal it was, she turned and left the room and headed back downstairs and to the infirmary. The least she could do was check on Ben.
She knocked on the door to the main medical room, which acted as both operating room and ward, depending on the injury.
“ Come in.”
Pushing open the door, she saw Ben laid out on one of the beds while the resident doctor, Phillips, gave him stitches in his head. Charlotte winced as she watched the needle pierce the skin and then pull it together as the doctor tugged on the thick thread.
The doctor glanced at her over the top of his glasses and smiled. She returned it and walked further into the room. “Hey, Ben.”
His eyes moved from the doc to her and he smiled. “Hey.” His voice sounded slightly slurred, probably due to whatever pain relief they were using on him.
“I saw you come in. I hope you aren't too badly injured?” Charlotte glanced at the doctor for details.
“ Break to the ulna, which means he'll be in a cast for the next six to eight weeks and a three inch long laceration to the forehead, after he was unfortunate enough to be thrown by the vampire and hit a wall. Luckily he has a hard head.”
Her lips quirked at that. “Thank you.” Returning her attention to her fellow agent, she saw his eyes had closed and he was breathing deeply and evenly.
Sleep sounded good to her, too. A yawn caught her by surprise and she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to hide it and saw the doctor's lips twitch.
“ Why don’t you get some rest?”
“ Good idea.” She glanced at Ben again, “Take good care of him.”
Phillips nodded and pulled the thread through for the last stitch and secured it and grabbed an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound once more.
Turning, she left him to it and headed back up to her room. Her eyes were burning and she knew the minute her head hit the pillow that she'd be out like a light. All the worry and anger surrounding the mission and Lucien had really wiped her out.
As the lift doors opened she speared a hand through her hair and fluffed it out a little before exiting and heading to her room.
Her steps slowed when she saw the dark haired figure leaning against the wall outside her room. As though he'd sensed her, Sebastian's head turned in her direction. Reluctantly she approached him, trying her best to ignore him as she swiped her card key in the lock on her door.
“ Charlie?”
Her eyes closed and she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know this is the middle of your waking hours but it isn’t mine. I'd like some sleep before I have to report for duty at eight.”
Ignoring her words, he asked, “How do you know that vampire we brought in earlier?”
“ I don’t.”
“ I saw the look on your face. You know him.”
Snapping her eyes open, she hissed, “Why do you care?!”
Sebastian's eyes roamed her face before landing on her mouth. A second later, her back was against the wall and he was kissing her, his lips hot and hungry against her own. Eyes-wide, she held herself still, too shocked to do anything else. Then his tongue ran across her bottom lip and her eyelids fluttered shut as her shocked resistance crumbled to nothing. Her lips parted with a sigh and his tongue teased her own as she felt one of his palms land lightly on her waist.
He pulled back so he could meet her eyes. His other hand cupped her nape. “I want to know everything about you, Charlie.”
Staring at him in wonder, she whispered,