side effects to phase-suits? Besides losing body parts?” Kala’s eyes were wide as she asked Derek.
Derek just stared at her, obviously trying to figure out where Kala’s brain was. “Not that I know of, but we could ask one of the technicians. What is all this about? You’ve been acting funny all night. First, you think the tequila is making you hallucinate and now you’re obsessed with clocks.”
Kala tried to hide her emotions.
She had been hallucinating all night. The woman with the glowing eyes, the café in the middle of nowhere with the President, and now all clocks seemed to be counting down. It couldn’t be the phase-suits.
She took a deep breath. “I need General Turner to test me for drugs. I think I was slipped something at the bar. I’ve been seeing things that aren’t there all night.”
Even with Derek’s dark complexion, his face paled. “You can’t do that,” he said, real fear etched into his voice.
Kala knew why he was so upset. If she asked to be tested and her blood came back positive for drugs, she would most undoubtedly be executed for the death of the President. But Kala had to know. She had to know what was happening to her. She just couldn’t accept that she was now working for some mythological god that wanted her to keep the world from destroying itself. It was too crazy to consdier.
“Look, I know someone who can test your blood, but you’re not telling either General. You are not, you hear me?” Derek was adamant.
“Take it now and it’s a deal.” Kala wasn’t about to leave that room until Derek had a sample of her blood in hand.
He nodded and left the room for a few minutes, returning with a syringe. Derek sloppily took a sample of Kala’s blood. Their whole team had been medically trained for the field, but they rarely had to use any of their skills, and Derek wasn’t exactly the smoothest when it came to needles. Still, he managed to get the job done, though Kala knew she’d have a giant bruise on the inside of her arm where he punctured her with the needle.
At that moment, Jack walked in with a somber expression on his face.
Derek hid the sample of blood in one of his cargo pants pockets.
Kala’s heart beat faster when she saw Jack looking at her with concern in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
Kala wanted to jump out of her bed and run into Jack’s arms, but Derek was there and now more than ever she didn’t want anyone knowing of their affiar. After what she’d done to the President, it was better to keep everything as professional as possible.
Jack walked over to her bedside and placed his hand on Kala’s forehead as if he was checking for a fever, but she knew he just needed to touch her. The light touch of his hand sent a thrill down her spine. It took every ounce of self-restraint Kala possessed not to pull him down and kiss him. Jack must have felt the same because he quickly took his hand away and turned his attention to Derek.
“Can we have a few minutes?” Jack ordered more than asked.
Derek nodded, giving Kala one last look of support and tapping the pocket that held her blood sample. At least she would know if that tequila had been laced with some kind of drug. It would explain so much, although Kala didn’t know if she could live with herself if she had assassinated the President because she had been on drugs. She needed to know from Jack that she had done the right thing, hallucinogens or not.
After Derek left the room, Jack leaned down and kissed Kala with as much passion as she had ever felt. She could literally feel her arms forming goose bumps it was so intense. When Jack pulled away it was torturous, her lips ached for him to kiss her like that again.
Jack gently stroked her cheek with his hand. “Why did you kill him? I told you he was my responsibility to take out.”
Kala could see that Jack was truly hurt by her actions. What she couldn’t figure out was why? What did it matter if she killed him over Jack? She
Derek just stared at her, obviously trying to figure out where Kala’s brain was. “Not that I know of, but we could ask one of the technicians. What is all this about? You’ve been acting funny all night. First, you think the tequila is making you hallucinate and now you’re obsessed with clocks.”
Kala tried to hide her emotions.
She had been hallucinating all night. The woman with the glowing eyes, the café in the middle of nowhere with the President, and now all clocks seemed to be counting down. It couldn’t be the phase-suits.
She took a deep breath. “I need General Turner to test me for drugs. I think I was slipped something at the bar. I’ve been seeing things that aren’t there all night.”
Even with Derek’s dark complexion, his face paled. “You can’t do that,” he said, real fear etched into his voice.
Kala knew why he was so upset. If she asked to be tested and her blood came back positive for drugs, she would most undoubtedly be executed for the death of the President. But Kala had to know. She had to know what was happening to her. She just couldn’t accept that she was now working for some mythological god that wanted her to keep the world from destroying itself. It was too crazy to consdier.
“Look, I know someone who can test your blood, but you’re not telling either General. You are not, you hear me?” Derek was adamant.
“Take it now and it’s a deal.” Kala wasn’t about to leave that room until Derek had a sample of her blood in hand.
He nodded and left the room for a few minutes, returning with a syringe. Derek sloppily took a sample of Kala’s blood. Their whole team had been medically trained for the field, but they rarely had to use any of their skills, and Derek wasn’t exactly the smoothest when it came to needles. Still, he managed to get the job done, though Kala knew she’d have a giant bruise on the inside of her arm where he punctured her with the needle.
At that moment, Jack walked in with a somber expression on his face.
Derek hid the sample of blood in one of his cargo pants pockets.
Kala’s heart beat faster when she saw Jack looking at her with concern in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
Kala wanted to jump out of her bed and run into Jack’s arms, but Derek was there and now more than ever she didn’t want anyone knowing of their affiar. After what she’d done to the President, it was better to keep everything as professional as possible.
Jack walked over to her bedside and placed his hand on Kala’s forehead as if he was checking for a fever, but she knew he just needed to touch her. The light touch of his hand sent a thrill down her spine. It took every ounce of self-restraint Kala possessed not to pull him down and kiss him. Jack must have felt the same because he quickly took his hand away and turned his attention to Derek.
“Can we have a few minutes?” Jack ordered more than asked.
Derek nodded, giving Kala one last look of support and tapping the pocket that held her blood sample. At least she would know if that tequila had been laced with some kind of drug. It would explain so much, although Kala didn’t know if she could live with herself if she had assassinated the President because she had been on drugs. She needed to know from Jack that she had done the right thing, hallucinogens or not.
After Derek left the room, Jack leaned down and kissed Kala with as much passion as she had ever felt. She could literally feel her arms forming goose bumps it was so intense. When Jack pulled away it was torturous, her lips ached for him to kiss her like that again.
Jack gently stroked her cheek with his hand. “Why did you kill him? I told you he was my responsibility to take out.”
Kala could see that Jack was truly hurt by her actions. What she couldn’t figure out was why? What did it matter if she killed him over Jack? She
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