Chapter 77
Adam locks down the medical facility the minute I’m in the lab.
He punches a series of buttons on the computer screen and I hear the electronic locks click into place. He cues the video feeds for the other parts of the building and I’m relieved he hasn’t locked anyone else inside with us.
Maybe it was Tobin’s unexpected visit or the way he seemed to waltz right into the place, but I didn’t want to deal with any
more surprises.
“Is it normally so quiet?” I ask him. Meaning, for a state-of-the-art medical center and lab, right here adjacent to the main house… the building is decidedly empty.
“It has been slow since they’ve been buying peace with your monthly blood donation.”
This room has several microscopes across one wall and a series of hospital beds lined up along the other. It looks like one part lab-with tables, spectroscopy equipment, glassware, etc. where the other half of the room resembles an ER with gurneys, IV stands, and an assortment of medical equipment.
“I take it you know the drill?” he asks.
I dutifully roll up my sleeve.
He grabs an alcohol swab from within one of the drawers and wipes my arm gently. “Sit,” he tells me. But I don’t want to.
“I’m fine.”
“I have to run several tests, Leah. This is going to be a decent amount of blood. You may feel lightheaded.”
I doubt there’s much Adam could do that hasn’t already been
done to me.
“Does anyone else know?” I whisper.
He glances at me sharply. “Other than your brother?” He shrugs. “I’m not sure who he may have told. He’s been keeping… interesting company lately.”
My thoughts go to the women in my father’s room. Maybe they were expecting Liam.
It must have been a bit of a surprise when they saw me. Or maybe not.
I don’t know.
The last day has been mindblowing.
He ties a rubber band around my bicep. The pinch of the needle stings, but only for a second. Adam deftly finds the vein. “Make a fist and release it.”
I do as he says, watching as my blood fills the bag and he
Il flow more quickly.
“What do you think?” I ask.
He’s a doctor and a wolf. Surely he has an opinion.
He smiles and tucks a curl behind my ear. “I think there’s a good chance, Leah.”
There’s hope in his voice. A hope I want to believe.
I catch movement on the cameras. It’s Liam. He tries the door. Frowns when it doesn’t open. I incline my head. “It’s my brother.”
“In a minute,” Adam tells me. “Here.”
He hands me my cell phone.
“How did you-”
“I’ve been cleaning up Pack Roberts messes for a long time now, Leah.”
What does that mean?
“Keep it with you. Keep in touch with me.”
He says it like he’s leaving. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Maybe.”
