A way to fix this goddamned, fucked-up mess. How the fuck could she not be toxic? How the hell could her blood be acid and yet her pores not leak the plague? The bitch was still unconscious—apparently the level of electricity had done a number on her—so he couldn’t even ask h...
he said. Carissa sat up abruptly, her head cocked. “I hear no one.” His face was firm; the softness she’d seen after he’d brought her to the brink of heaven had vanished. “Trust me.” His eyes met hers. “I must go.” She nodded, straightening her clothes as she climbed to her feet. She was adjustin...