Read Online Cypher (The Dragon's Bidding Book 2) by Christina Westcott - Free Book Online
Authors: Christina Westcott
Ads: Link
he hadn’t shown up for
work. No one has seen him since the planning session for yesterday’s raid, and
Von Drager did say that Tritico lit out of there like he knew we were coming.”
“Perhaps you’re just
being suspicious.”
“Suspicion is part of
my job description.”
“About that job,
Colonel. After you leave here, consider yourself relieved of duty until our
meeting tomorrow afternoon.”
Fitz bolted upright.
“What?”
“Have you forgotten
you’re getting your bond partner back tonight? I can’t imagine your mind is
going to be on security matters. Arrange for Captain Weiland to take over for
you until then. Now get out of here and head over to medical. You don’t want to
be late for Wolf’s decanting.” Ari harrumphed. “That’s the stupidest term I’ve
ever heard to describe taking someone out of a tank. Sounds more like you’re
opening a bottle of wine.”
Even the thought of a
face-to-face with the disagreeable Praetorian captain couldn’t dampen Fitz’s
mood, because tonight she planned on getting well and truly intoxicated on the
man she loved.
__________
Fitz brushed a lock of
damp hair from Wolf’s face, his skin cool and pale beneath her fingers. Under
their lids, his eyes flicked from side to side.
“Rapid eye movement. Is
he dreaming?”
Cheril Rauschtonkowski
didn’t look up from the monitor displaying her patient’s vitals. “Coming back
up from a symbiont-induced coma, there’s always vivid dreams; nightmares
really. Just another thing we don’t understand about this alien creature that
shares our bodies.”
“But shouldn’t he be
awake by now?”
Ski make a final
adjustment to the infuser unit pumping the white nutrient solution into Wolf’s
bloodstream.
“Give it a few more
minutes. Those surgeries were an insult to his system, even for a Lazzinair.
During that last operation, I suppressed the symbiont so far that it’s going to
take a while for it to bounce back, heal everything and then clear the drugs
out of his system. In the meantime, why don’t you grab something to eat? You
look like shit.”
“Nice bedside manner,
Doc.” Fitz rubbed her hands across her face, hissing an exhausted sigh between
her teeth. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and thanks to my little alien buddy
inside, sleep meds don’t last long enough to make it worth the effort of
popping a pill.”
“Even Lazzinairs need
their rest.”
“I know, but it’s odd.
For most of my life I’ve slept alone and preferred it that way. Now Wolf and I
have been together for only a few months, but if I’m not curled against him,
listening to his heartbeat, all I do is lay awake and stare into the darkness.”
“That’s not odd,” said
Bartonelli. “It’s love.” She and Jumper were playing a game of Nuk’um All on the sergeant’s tablet. With Wolf’s surgeries over, Ski had relented and
allowed the cat and his hair to enter the room with the cyber-operating tank.
Fitz coiled her fingers
around Wolf’s slack hand and brushed her thumb against his palm. “With
everything going so well, the transfer of power and setting up Ari’s new
government, we thought now would be a good time for him to drop out of sight
and have this work done. And of course, that’s when the gods of chance
decide to kick us both in the head.”
Ski checked the monitor
tracking Wolf’s vitals as they climbed toward the normal range. “Yig knows,
that smiling bastard creating his own Lazzinairs is bad enough, but this bug
thing? You don’t think Logan’s jerking you around, do you? Just told you that
to make sure he got to see Wolf?”
“With something as
horrible as a second Bug War hanging over us, I can’t afford to take that
chance. You knew Logan Von Drager better than any of us. You two had a
relationship; what do you think?”
“Relationship?” Ski
snorted. “We met up a time or two at medical conferences, and after the
meetings we…” She searched for the correct word.
work. No one has seen him since the planning session for yesterday’s raid, and
Von Drager did say that Tritico lit out of there like he knew we were coming.”
“Perhaps you’re just
being suspicious.”
“Suspicion is part of
my job description.”
“About that job,
Colonel. After you leave here, consider yourself relieved of duty until our
meeting tomorrow afternoon.”
Fitz bolted upright.
“What?”
“Have you forgotten
you’re getting your bond partner back tonight? I can’t imagine your mind is
going to be on security matters. Arrange for Captain Weiland to take over for
you until then. Now get out of here and head over to medical. You don’t want to
be late for Wolf’s decanting.” Ari harrumphed. “That’s the stupidest term I’ve
ever heard to describe taking someone out of a tank. Sounds more like you’re
opening a bottle of wine.”
Even the thought of a
face-to-face with the disagreeable Praetorian captain couldn’t dampen Fitz’s
mood, because tonight she planned on getting well and truly intoxicated on the
man she loved.
__________
Fitz brushed a lock of
damp hair from Wolf’s face, his skin cool and pale beneath her fingers. Under
their lids, his eyes flicked from side to side.
“Rapid eye movement. Is
he dreaming?”
Cheril Rauschtonkowski
didn’t look up from the monitor displaying her patient’s vitals. “Coming back
up from a symbiont-induced coma, there’s always vivid dreams; nightmares
really. Just another thing we don’t understand about this alien creature that
shares our bodies.”
“But shouldn’t he be
awake by now?”
Ski make a final
adjustment to the infuser unit pumping the white nutrient solution into Wolf’s
bloodstream.
“Give it a few more
minutes. Those surgeries were an insult to his system, even for a Lazzinair.
During that last operation, I suppressed the symbiont so far that it’s going to
take a while for it to bounce back, heal everything and then clear the drugs
out of his system. In the meantime, why don’t you grab something to eat? You
look like shit.”
“Nice bedside manner,
Doc.” Fitz rubbed her hands across her face, hissing an exhausted sigh between
her teeth. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and thanks to my little alien buddy
inside, sleep meds don’t last long enough to make it worth the effort of
popping a pill.”
“Even Lazzinairs need
their rest.”
“I know, but it’s odd.
For most of my life I’ve slept alone and preferred it that way. Now Wolf and I
have been together for only a few months, but if I’m not curled against him,
listening to his heartbeat, all I do is lay awake and stare into the darkness.”
“That’s not odd,” said
Bartonelli. “It’s love.” She and Jumper were playing a game of Nuk’um All on the sergeant’s tablet. With Wolf’s surgeries over, Ski had relented and
allowed the cat and his hair to enter the room with the cyber-operating tank.
Fitz coiled her fingers
around Wolf’s slack hand and brushed her thumb against his palm. “With
everything going so well, the transfer of power and setting up Ari’s new
government, we thought now would be a good time for him to drop out of sight
and have this work done. And of course, that’s when the gods of chance
decide to kick us both in the head.”
Ski checked the monitor
tracking Wolf’s vitals as they climbed toward the normal range. “Yig knows,
that smiling bastard creating his own Lazzinairs is bad enough, but this bug
thing? You don’t think Logan’s jerking you around, do you? Just told you that
to make sure he got to see Wolf?”
“With something as
horrible as a second Bug War hanging over us, I can’t afford to take that
chance. You knew Logan Von Drager better than any of us. You two had a
relationship; what do you think?”
“Relationship?” Ski
snorted. “We met up a time or two at medical conferences, and after the
meetings we…” She searched for the correct word.
Similar Books
