Cara MIA - By Book One of the Immortyl Revolution - By Denise Verrico Page 0,71
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FOURTEEN
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Joe lay in Jean’s bed, tossing and turning. Stress and fatigue had rendered him impotent. He lay empty and aching, staring at the pattern of swirls in the plaster ceiling of the bedroom. Jean was fast asleep beside him, her breathing even. Finally, his swollen eyes grew heavier and heavier, until he couldn’t pry them open.
He awoke with a start. A heartbeat echoed in the room, fast like a kid’s. A light wind blew through the open window. Seductive musky scent filled the air, the pheromone. He bolted upright, horrified. Mia? How on earth did she escape and find him here? She appeared at the window, suspended on a current of air, a fallen angel, the moon back-lighting the diaphanous white robe she wore, revealing the lush curves of her body. Dark hair blew away from her face by the warm breeze. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was like some horror flick. Could he really hear music? Chopin maybe, played in a maddening throbbing rhythm. Where was Jean? Why did she leave him in the middle of the night?
“Youssef, come away…”
She beckoned to him. He rose from the bed, the maddening scent urging him forward. She held out her arms, murmuring words of love. He embraced her and looked down into her eyes to see his own minute image mirrored ad infinitem in the glittering shards. He screamed.
Someone had him by the shoulder, shaking him. “Joe, wake up, for God’s sake, you’re all in a sweat, are you all right?”
His eyes opened on Jean, already dressed for work. Shit, he should have gone home hours ago. Another lie he’d have to tell Rima. The pounding started up in his head. He gathered Jean to him and clung tightly.
“I had a nightmare.”
Her body stiffened. She pulled away. “I’m not sure I want to hear. You called out Mia’s name in your sleep. It’s not the first time you’ve done it. I can’t take this anymore. I know you’ll never leave your wife. I came to grips with that a long time ago, but this project has changed you. I don’t know you anymore. Look at you— you’re a mess. They’re sucking the life out of you, even if they never touched a drop. There’s coffee in the kitchen. Just put your key on the table when you go.”
“What?”
“Goodbye, Joe, I’m going to work now. I’ll see you there.”
Later, Joe threw himself down on the chair in his office, head pounding. He glanced at his watch. He had a meeting with Lydia in a few minutes. He’d give himself a shot for the migraine first. His eyes lighted on the drawing of a vampire child Mia had given him. It was exquisitely detailed, if somber.
He reached into the desk and got out the syringe, reeling from all that had transpired. Tearing open the alcohol wipe, he swabbed his arm. Jean was gone. There was nowhere to retreat to now. He stuck the needle into the vial, filling it with the proper dosage, pushing the air out. A drop of clear liquid glistened on the tip. Cursing, he jabbed his arm, welcoming the keen sudden pain, hoping it would bring him to his senses.
He looked at the pictures of his wife and children before him on the desk, tears jabbing his eyes. He lowered his pounding head to the desk, nothing seemed right anymore. For the first time he questioned all that he’d ever done, his place in the world. All of his life he’d worked toward this, some discovery that would bring him world acclaim. Was it all worth it in the end? So what if mankind could live forever? Did they deserve it? So far the track record wasn’t great.
He made his weary way to Lydia’s office. The shot had taken the edge of the migraine, but it didn’t make her insistent grilling any easier.
“This Gaius was Brovik’s rival— maybe he’s the one who is after them. In any case, these guys are seriously bad… ”
Lydia frowned as she doodled on a tablet. “Lee is adding more security inside and outside the building. They’re safe down here.”
“Damn it, Lydia! It’s never going to be safe for them. Or us, for that matter.”
“Did Kurt tell you anything else? About the discs or his computer?”
That was it. He’d had enough. “My job is to study them, not to spy on them!” Joe stood and stalked out, slamming the door behind him.