Page 48 of Resistant

“I gotta check the cake. Go busy yourself.”

On a whim, I head to the lab and pull up a browser.Fuck me, we have internet.

I research and sift through any medical studies I can find that address the properties of blood, fertilization, accelerated growth, and the effects on the blood from chemical warfare.

Between the crazy article that appeared on my hard drive and the many references that Brynn is key, her blood properties are what I need to focus on. It’s a place to start anyway.

I work until the internet goes down, but I have a lot to review in the coming days, saving information I find to the hard drive to read later. I’ll make notes as I go through it all. Afterwards I’ll concentrate on finding studies and records that support or disprove my theories.

That night I wake several times to Brynn fighting something in her sleep. She whimpers and her hair sticks to her face.

I pull the blankets off us and smooth the hair away from her forehead. She struggles a little bit; I rub her back and croon to her.

I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m so tired, none of it makes sense but I can’t go back to sleep if she is restless. She settles and breathes evenly. I pull her closer and close my eyes.

Bloody Slides

Brynn

“Get up, Brynn. We are going for a run.” The blankets are torn from my body. I grab them back and roll over.

“Nope. Don’t run.”

“C’mon Brynn, it’s good for you. We can’t stay in her cooped up all the time. We need cardio. We need to meet the neighbors. We need to stay in shape.”

“Nooooo.”

“Angel, I know you don’t want to get up and run, but baby there will be no fun for you today if we don’t go running.”

“Only run if somethin’ bad chasin’ me.”

“Fine, I’ll chase you.”

“You not bad enough Declan.”

In retrospect I realize that sounds like a challenge, one I hope he doesn’t take me up on.

His tone drops and he sounds very, very bad.

“Angel, you are going to get your pretty little ass up and run with me.”

I shiver in response but still have not trouble saying no.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Fine, I’ll get the needle.”

“Fuck! Fuck! No, I’m up! I’m up! Sonofabitchneseater!”

“What?”

“Ugh, I don’t like you anymore.”

I pull my hair into a ponytail and throw on sweats and Declan’s t-shirt. I pee, and I stare at Declan with all the contempt I can muster.

He opens the door.

“After you princess.”

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