Page 91 of Savage Mates
What was behind the glass was obviously alive. At least in the way of energy fields.
When a slight exclaim left my mouth, the shapes ebbed and flowed, almost as if they were excited to see me. Which was ridiculous.
Using caution, I moved closer, mesmerized by the ever-changing colors and the heat resonating in the space. Immediately perspiration appeared on my upper lip. I was nervous, but the excitement continued to build. With every step I took, it appeared the forms were breaking apart, each creating a different shape.
Almost human-like.
Breathless, I pressed my hand against my mouth and pushed myself to close the distance. Once I was only inches from the glass, the shapes also danced closer, a few even hitting the glass.
“What are you?” As soon as I asked the question, it was as if I felt something searching my brain, a slight tickle that couldn’t be explained.
The hum was suddenly slightly louder. Lifting my arm, I reached out only to curl my fingers from apprehension. But I wouldn’t learn anything by remaining skittish. So I placed my palm on the glass.
A bolt of light bounced off the ceiling, a sensation of powerful energy sweeping through me. I wasn’t scared. Instead, I was floored by the vibrations, the humming in my ears. And the beautiful colors that became more vibrant. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the lifeforms were sweeping my body, reading not only my DNA, but also my brainwaves.
Was that crazy? Maybe.
Impossible? No.
“You’re alive. Aren’t you?”
As if to answer, one of the shapes formed a human figure. Just for a few seconds. And I’d be damned if the shape didn’t appear almost as a likeness to me. Duplicating my exact measurements. But the shape quickly changed into something else. What the fuck? A lion? Whoa. Whoa…
Get it together. Communicate with them.
I could do this. I was a damn scientist.
“If you are, you need to save the other lions. There’s a beautiful lioness in this facility and she needs the kind of help I can’t provide.” I’m not certain what I was looking for, maybe confirmation the lifeforms that I felt existed behind thick glass were real.
And intelligent.
“Yes, Dr. Radcliff. They are alive.”
The deep voice was filled with excitement instead of anger.
Dr. Abbott stood behind me, the eagerness in his voice deceptive. He’d obviously known my curiosity would push me into discovering what they were hiding. My mouth was suddenly dry as I studied him, his face almost serene as he studied the lifeforms.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” he pressed and his footsteps indicated he was moving closer. “Very intelligent. Very useful.”
As strange as it sounded even to me, when I’d entered the room, the lifeforms seemed excited to see me, as if they’d been waiting for me to lay eyes on them. But with Dr. Abbott, I felt anger. Rage. Their colors were darker, several of them slammingagainst the glass. Also, there was no flex, no smashing sound, the vibrations swept through every inch of my body.
“I had a feeling you’d be very curious and I was right. Just try and remember there are some very important discoveries being made.”
“You lied to me. You, Dr. Douglas, and Dr. Zimmerman.”
“Come now, Dr. Radcliff. How did we lie? We are very interested as a company in discovering cures for diseases in wildlife, but you yourself have said many times that scientifically we were not at that point. These creatures can help us. That’s been proven.”
Once again, I pressed my hand against the glass. The sensations were different this time. My God, it felt as if they were trying to tell me something.
Warning me.
Against the scientists themselves or what might occur? My hand had been forced. I might as well attempt to learn as much information as possible.
“You’re working with Blackwell.”
He chuckled, but seemed delighted I’d started to put the pieces together. “Come now, Dr. Radcliff. Blackwell is dead, killed in a fire. You mentioned that in the article you wrote years ago.”
Fuck. Confirmation my white paper had been used against me.
