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too?” Liv asked.
She replied, “No. They probably sense that their mates are sick. Many of them won’t leave the beach to feed. And they’re very, very hungry.”
Oh, dear God ! What the hell was happening? Everything was converging into this giant cluster fuck of tragedy and death.
Liv groaned. “Those stupid fucking people are going to die. The maids won’t be able to resist the food coming right to them. We need to do something.”
The women stared at her, waiting.
“Can’t any of you talk to the maids and get them to leave?” Liv asked. Didn’t they speak naked carnivorous sea monster?
“It’s not like that—they don’t understand things the way we do,” said Amelia.
Dammit.
Liv tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. What they needed was to buy more time for the men and figure out how to help them, not deal with a bunch of treasure hunters.
“Okay.” Liv whooshed out a breath. “I need some volunteers—maybe ten or fifteen—to keep an eye out for anyone trying to get on the island. If we spot a boat before they come onto shore, we can warn them. Tell them there’s a deadly plague on the island.” Honestly, that was the best they could do right now. “As for the men, everyone please split up. We need you going to every house and doing what you can for all of the men. Keep them warm. Give them fluids if they’re still awake. I’m going to make some phone calls.”
The room full of women stared at Liv for a moment, and she still wasn’t sure if they were going to grab her and slit her throat simply because she was a landlover who had the audacity to give them orders, or if they’d see that she was doing her best to help everyone.
Liv held her breath as an awkward vibe filled the room.
Then Amelia spoke up. “Jason told me that if it wasn’t for Roen’s mercy and strength, he would’ve been dead already and I wouldn’t have ever seen him again. He said Roen was the only one who could help us. So if Liv is Roen’s mate, we all know she’s just as strong as he is. Even if she’s just a landlover.”
Nice. You’re awesome…even for an icky, stupid human . But Liv would take what she could get. This was no time for ego-fests.
The women exchanged glances, and then one raised her hand. “I’ll take patrol.” Then another and another. They then started organizing into groups to care for the men.
Liv would’ve smiled or felt relieved, but she’d only managed to produce a Band-Aid. Right now, they needed a cure.
Liv hoped her next call would give them some hope.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Liv spent the next ten minutes trying to get a hold of Phil to ask about Dana’s plane, but by the time the satellite was overhead again and the call went through, Phil wasn’t answering his phone. It was a little after midnight in Chicago, so maybe he was asleep.
Lazy bastard. They were in the middle of an all-out disaster.
She prayed that the person she called next would answer.
Listening to her phone ring, Liv paced back and forth across the length of the long dining room inside Roen’s house. The chill in the air had her wishing one of the three large stone fireplaces was lit.
Yeah. Pretty sure a toasty fire ain’t gonna help you, honey.
“Hello?” said a woman’s voice.
“Dr. Fuller, this is Liv Stratton. We need to talk.”
“How did you get this number?”
“You were my doctor once, remember?” Liv said, with a sharp bite to her voice. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the excellent care you gave me.”
“So nice to hear from you,” Dr. Fuller said, lacking any sincerity. “I was thrilled by the news that you were rescued.”
“Yeah, well, I almost died because of you,” Liv said.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You told the world about the water and then they thought I was the one who’d broken their laws.” Talking about this place or its inhabitants to anyone was a major no-no. Of course, right now, Liv was about to really, really break their laws. Don’t
She replied, “No. They probably sense that their mates are sick. Many of them won’t leave the beach to feed. And they’re very, very hungry.”
Oh, dear God ! What the hell was happening? Everything was converging into this giant cluster fuck of tragedy and death.
Liv groaned. “Those stupid fucking people are going to die. The maids won’t be able to resist the food coming right to them. We need to do something.”
The women stared at her, waiting.
“Can’t any of you talk to the maids and get them to leave?” Liv asked. Didn’t they speak naked carnivorous sea monster?
“It’s not like that—they don’t understand things the way we do,” said Amelia.
Dammit.
Liv tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. What they needed was to buy more time for the men and figure out how to help them, not deal with a bunch of treasure hunters.
“Okay.” Liv whooshed out a breath. “I need some volunteers—maybe ten or fifteen—to keep an eye out for anyone trying to get on the island. If we spot a boat before they come onto shore, we can warn them. Tell them there’s a deadly plague on the island.” Honestly, that was the best they could do right now. “As for the men, everyone please split up. We need you going to every house and doing what you can for all of the men. Keep them warm. Give them fluids if they’re still awake. I’m going to make some phone calls.”
The room full of women stared at Liv for a moment, and she still wasn’t sure if they were going to grab her and slit her throat simply because she was a landlover who had the audacity to give them orders, or if they’d see that she was doing her best to help everyone.
Liv held her breath as an awkward vibe filled the room.
Then Amelia spoke up. “Jason told me that if it wasn’t for Roen’s mercy and strength, he would’ve been dead already and I wouldn’t have ever seen him again. He said Roen was the only one who could help us. So if Liv is Roen’s mate, we all know she’s just as strong as he is. Even if she’s just a landlover.”
Nice. You’re awesome…even for an icky, stupid human . But Liv would take what she could get. This was no time for ego-fests.
The women exchanged glances, and then one raised her hand. “I’ll take patrol.” Then another and another. They then started organizing into groups to care for the men.
Liv would’ve smiled or felt relieved, but she’d only managed to produce a Band-Aid. Right now, they needed a cure.
Liv hoped her next call would give them some hope.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Liv spent the next ten minutes trying to get a hold of Phil to ask about Dana’s plane, but by the time the satellite was overhead again and the call went through, Phil wasn’t answering his phone. It was a little after midnight in Chicago, so maybe he was asleep.
Lazy bastard. They were in the middle of an all-out disaster.
She prayed that the person she called next would answer.
Listening to her phone ring, Liv paced back and forth across the length of the long dining room inside Roen’s house. The chill in the air had her wishing one of the three large stone fireplaces was lit.
Yeah. Pretty sure a toasty fire ain’t gonna help you, honey.
“Hello?” said a woman’s voice.
“Dr. Fuller, this is Liv Stratton. We need to talk.”
“How did you get this number?”
“You were my doctor once, remember?” Liv said, with a sharp bite to her voice. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the excellent care you gave me.”
“So nice to hear from you,” Dr. Fuller said, lacking any sincerity. “I was thrilled by the news that you were rescued.”
“Yeah, well, I almost died because of you,” Liv said.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You told the world about the water and then they thought I was the one who’d broken their laws.” Talking about this place or its inhabitants to anyone was a major no-no. Of course, right now, Liv was about to really, really break their laws. Don’t
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