the cabin. On the surgical platform, Etta's body was limp, her breathing shallow. The

out, boss," Mya's tense voice came

alert flashed on t

cursed from the driver's seat. He engaged the vehicle's

e metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of antis

most translucent. Thirty minutes was an eterni

asn't logical. It wasn't

ecisive. He ignored the plasma packs and the sterile saline. Hi

ling up the sleeve to expose the pale skin of his forearm. He took the thick-gauge

econd needle, and guided it toward Etta's slender arm. He f

. It traveled down the tube, a crimson

y reacted. A deep frown creased her brow, and a sof

olding her still. His voice was a low, h

n horror. "Boss, what the hell are you doing? You can't just- You're

cold fury. The unspoken threat was so potent, so absolute, that De

th a soft whir, a sheet of black, soundproof armored glas

d of their own. The only light came from t

and Mya exchange

he?" Dex whispered

her own voice barely audib

rsed through him. He watched the tube, watched his own life flowing into her. His gaze was unwavering, his focus absolute-as if this single act contained mor

s brushing against her icy

to change. It grew stronger, more regular. The numbers on the

A faint touch of color

d her back f

thdrew the needles. He wrapped a pressure bandage around his own