I cringed every time the huge soldier turned his ice blue eyes on me and fought his restraints, saliva trickling from the corners of his mouth. “He’s no longer sick, so nothing is wrong with him.” Doc Kit Kat grinned at me. “He’s absolutely perfect.” “No. No, he’s not. He looks like he wants me for dessert or something.” “Well, he is a man after all,” the Doc muttered absentmindedly, staring at some notes he’d taken. “Which is why he turned out that way. Men and women, the ultimate test of Darwinism. Hopefully it’ll save the planet and better the species.” I was so riveted by the crazed soldier in the lab that I jumped when the Doc jabbed me with a syringe. “I need some of your blood, Vi.” “You could have asked.” I watched as the red liquid was pulled from my arm. “You should have tied it off and found a vein—” “I just need a little. I didn’t want to be a bother.” “As if I wouldn’t notice you turning me into a pincushion.” I groaned, the memory of passing out sweeping through my mind.
