taken my chances with Jacob Laswell. Even dealing with the arrogant Lord Bellmonte was better than this.
Cooper stopped inside the cellblock and turned to face Rosalind. "Where's the practitioner you took?" he growled.
The creak of springs and a slow drag of footsteps came from the cell a couple units down on our left. A moment later Miller appeared at the bars. "They jumped me next to the creek. I was getting water for soup," he said. He pressed his stocky body against the bars trying to get a better look at us, and a splash of light from one of the torches along the back wall revealed a cut across his cheek and two black eyes. As he shifted his weight to favor his left leg, I saw a blood-soaked bandage wrapped tightly around his thigh.
Cooper's and Miller's expressions hardened in almost identical ways as they catalogued each other's injuries and then aimed their anger at Rosalind. When Cooper was with the FBI, he and Miller had worked a lot of cases and they'd saved each other's lives more than once. You don't forget a thing like that.
Ignoring both of them, Rosalind pointed to the right-hand cell by the door. "Move him to the second one. I want some space between those that might be infected."
"But I was just getting comfortable," a sarcastic voice said from the shadows, and a chill shot down my spine like a cold bolt of lightning.
I dug in as the kid, Noah, tried to move me along down the row. "What the hell is he doing here?" I snarled.
Danny sauntered to the front of his cell and impassively watched the stocky male from the ambush unlock the door. "You certainly took your time getting here," he said to me.
I stopped, ignoring the kid when he bumped into me and stumbled back. "Every time I see you, you're wearing the same accessory," I sneered, nodding to the PRC around his neck.
"Why change when a look works so well for you?" His cold eyes gleamed as they tracked over my body.
"Bellmonte sent you," I stated, my tone hard. How had he known?
"Keep moving." Rosalind grabbed my arm, pulling me down the line.
"I certainly didn't come here for my health." Draping his forearms through the bars, Danny propped one foot on the brace at the bottom and rode the door out as the male Were swung it open. "Haven't had a decent bite to eat in ten days." He hopped off and took a step back, touching the PRC around his own neck as Cooper passed him. "Hurts like hell, doesn't it?"
Rosalind locked me in the third cell and then went back to Sharon, guiding the shell-shocked Were into the cell across from Cooper.
"I'd prefer something that doesn't stink of vampire," Cooper commented as he turned to face the front bars.
"You'll get used to it," the male Were said. "I have." He shut and locked the cell door behind Danny.
"Tell Ryker that I'm here. He'll want to speak with me." Cooper gave Rosalind a hard stare as Knox went into the last cell on our row and waited patiently for the brawny male Were to lock him in.
"You'll be quarantined for the required three days," Rosalind said as she waited for her team to leave the cellblock ahead of her.
Danny braced his shoulder against the bars separating himself and Cooper. "Not the welcome you were hoping for, is it?"
Rosalind closed the heavy cellblock door and the sound of the locks re-engaging echoed around the stone walls with a terrifying finality. We were locked up at least a mile underground by the people who we thought would give us sanctuary. I felt alone and vulnerable and a rush of panic rose up inside me, clogging my chest. My breath came faster and faster and my head started to spin. I stumbled back and fell onto my cot as the walls closed in on me.
"Addison," Cooper said from the front of the row. "What's wrong?"
"Is she having a panic attack?" Danny asked, coming to the bars that separated our cells.
"Shut up. Addison...look at me."
"I..." I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone dry. I had to get out of here. I had to
Cooper stopped inside the cellblock and turned to face Rosalind. "Where's the practitioner you took?" he growled.
The creak of springs and a slow drag of footsteps came from the cell a couple units down on our left. A moment later Miller appeared at the bars. "They jumped me next to the creek. I was getting water for soup," he said. He pressed his stocky body against the bars trying to get a better look at us, and a splash of light from one of the torches along the back wall revealed a cut across his cheek and two black eyes. As he shifted his weight to favor his left leg, I saw a blood-soaked bandage wrapped tightly around his thigh.
Cooper's and Miller's expressions hardened in almost identical ways as they catalogued each other's injuries and then aimed their anger at Rosalind. When Cooper was with the FBI, he and Miller had worked a lot of cases and they'd saved each other's lives more than once. You don't forget a thing like that.
Ignoring both of them, Rosalind pointed to the right-hand cell by the door. "Move him to the second one. I want some space between those that might be infected."
"But I was just getting comfortable," a sarcastic voice said from the shadows, and a chill shot down my spine like a cold bolt of lightning.
I dug in as the kid, Noah, tried to move me along down the row. "What the hell is he doing here?" I snarled.
Danny sauntered to the front of his cell and impassively watched the stocky male from the ambush unlock the door. "You certainly took your time getting here," he said to me.
I stopped, ignoring the kid when he bumped into me and stumbled back. "Every time I see you, you're wearing the same accessory," I sneered, nodding to the PRC around his neck.
"Why change when a look works so well for you?" His cold eyes gleamed as they tracked over my body.
"Bellmonte sent you," I stated, my tone hard. How had he known?
"Keep moving." Rosalind grabbed my arm, pulling me down the line.
"I certainly didn't come here for my health." Draping his forearms through the bars, Danny propped one foot on the brace at the bottom and rode the door out as the male Were swung it open. "Haven't had a decent bite to eat in ten days." He hopped off and took a step back, touching the PRC around his own neck as Cooper passed him. "Hurts like hell, doesn't it?"
Rosalind locked me in the third cell and then went back to Sharon, guiding the shell-shocked Were into the cell across from Cooper.
"I'd prefer something that doesn't stink of vampire," Cooper commented as he turned to face the front bars.
"You'll get used to it," the male Were said. "I have." He shut and locked the cell door behind Danny.
"Tell Ryker that I'm here. He'll want to speak with me." Cooper gave Rosalind a hard stare as Knox went into the last cell on our row and waited patiently for the brawny male Were to lock him in.
"You'll be quarantined for the required three days," Rosalind said as she waited for her team to leave the cellblock ahead of her.
Danny braced his shoulder against the bars separating himself and Cooper. "Not the welcome you were hoping for, is it?"
Rosalind closed the heavy cellblock door and the sound of the locks re-engaging echoed around the stone walls with a terrifying finality. We were locked up at least a mile underground by the people who we thought would give us sanctuary. I felt alone and vulnerable and a rush of panic rose up inside me, clogging my chest. My breath came faster and faster and my head started to spin. I stumbled back and fell onto my cot as the walls closed in on me.
"Addison," Cooper said from the front of the row. "What's wrong?"
"Is she having a panic attack?" Danny asked, coming to the bars that separated our cells.
"Shut up. Addison...look at me."
"I..." I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone dry. I had to get out of here. I had to
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