Savage Awakening (Alpha Pack #2)(13)

The last sample of flesh was handed to an assistant. "Log in and test the heart tissue samples from test subject five fifty-two. I want to know if his DNA and gene strands are compatible to merge with human subject two twenty-nine."

"Yes, doctor." The assistant disappeared.

And something chilling occurred to Aric-the fact that Bowman hadn't bothered to put him to sleep, was openly discussing the procedure when he and his bosses knew that Alpha Pack was onto them, meant that Aric wasn't supposed to survive.

When they were done using his body, they would kill him.

Bowman continued, moving down to stand next to Aric's spread legs. "Now obtaining se**n sample from five fifty-two."

The scalpel was handed back to Bowman, and Aric's brain reeled in horror as the doctor's latex-covered hand lifted his testicles. Only when the knife descended did he realize that the numbing agent must be wearing off. Fucking bastards!

The pain was extraordinary, both bone-cold and white-hot, like nothing he'd ever felt. Not even when he'd been attacked and turned into a wolf. In spite of the paralyzing medication, his back arched off the table.

And the red wolf howled again and again, but only in his mind.

"Hello! Can I help you?"

Rowan turned to the speaker with a half-formed reply in the affirmative... which promptly died on her lips. Standing right in front of her was a tall, lithe, impossibly gorgeous man dressed in skinny jeans and a snug navy T-shirt.

And, yeah. The guy had long, flowing sapphire blue hair she would've thought had been colored by Miss Clairol-if it weren't for the matching wings.

"Well, f**k me sideways," she blurted.

Golden eyes sparkled with humor. "An interesting idea. May I at least have your name first?"

That surprised a laugh from her, and she held out her hand. "Rowan Chase, LAPD. You?"

The man, or whatever, took her hand but instead of giving it a firm shake, turned it over and placed a kiss on her palm. "Some call me Blue, but my real name is Sariel, and I'm a former prince of the Seelie court. Now I'm an assistant in Block R, where I help Kira Locke oversee the rehabilitation of displaced and injured otherworldly creatures."

Her skin tingled where his lips had touched and she slowly withdrew her hand, blinking at him. O-kay. "Seelie? What the heck is that?"

"I'm Fae," he said proudly. "Or faery if you prefer."

She eyed him from his glorious head to his feet, which sported a snazzy pair of Doc Martens. While the gorgeous slice of man looked like he belonged on a Paris runway, he so didn't look like any fairy in her book. But hey, whatever floated his boat. "Fae it is."

"What is L-A-P-D?" he asked, spelling the letters carefully, as though they were foreign to him.

"That stands for 'Los Angeles Police Department.' I'm a cop, here on personal business."

Excitement lit his face. "Oh! I've seen those on the television, capturing and shooting bad guys," he said, making a gun with his thumb and forefinger.

His enthusiasm would've been cute if it hadn't been for the vision of Luis Garcia dead on the dirty ground that still stalked her brain. "It's not all fun and games," she replied shortly. "Those people on the tube are actors and the shows rarely get it right."

His smile fell. "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm still learning so much about your world and have so far left to go that when I recognize something familiar..."

"Hey, no sweat." Now she felt bad for ruining his fun.

Shrugging, he went on. "Anyway, you must be an extremely worthy female of your kind to have such an important job."

"Tell that to the media and the general public."

"What?" His brow wrinkled.

"Nothing." She couldn't believe she was having this conversation-any conversation-with a blue-haired dude wearing wings. "Say, where does a hungry person get something to eat around here?"

Sariel brightened again and offered her his arm. "In the dining room, and you're in luck because it's time for the evening meal. I'll escort you."

"Sounds good. I could eat roadkill right about now." Taking the man's arm, she saw him wrinkle his nose and couldn't help but laugh. "Relax, that's just a saying. I don't eat dead animals off the pavement."

"Good to know!" His relief was palpable.

Sariel led her back through the maze the way she'd come, but when they reached the hallway where her room was located, he made a turn in a new direction. After a few moments, they ended up in a big dining room, as promised. Like the rest of this place, the room was designed to create a homey feel.

Several large tables took up the space, which was made to house a number of people yet provide for more intimate conversation than it would have with just one huge table. In the center of each table were platters of food, served family style. And around the tables were quite a few men and a sprinkling of women. Most of whom had stopped talking and were checking out the newbie. Rowan looked around for Mackenzie, hoping for a familiar face, but didn't see her.

"Hey, Blue," someone called. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Rowan Chase," Sariel announced, either ignoring the slight awkwardness or unaware of it. "Apparently she's our guest for a while. Come on."