I lay there for a long moment, watching him take those even breaths, as if nothing outside my quarters mattered. And while I knew this wasn’t true, I let him ‘sleep’ to forget the virus and the overwhelming task of destroying it for another day. It has to be done. If what I’d seen earlier was any indication, Malcom had taken things too far. But getting rid of the virus wouldn’t happen right away. I wasn’t sure how many of the shifters were aware of the virus, not to mention the fact that Malcom still had some on hand and probably planned on using it again. The only question was when and on whom? Did he regret what he’d done to that poor woman? Did he even care? Given what Brian had told me about the virus, it wasn’t supposed to have gone as far as it had. Not as far as I’d experienced earlier in the day. I frowned. Out of all the things I could remember about the virus, Malcom and our quarantine, I didn’t know a damned thing about the life I left behind. Brian insisted that was because of the drugs.
