Striker will never even have to take his gloves off.
"I'll help," Phoenix says, popping to his feet.
"Get a fresh read on her once she's settled in her new room. I want confirmation that what you felt before wasn't a fluke." The Prez's parting words are enough to pique my curiosity.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I look over at Phoenix. "What'd you see?"
"She felt like one of us, like there was demon blood running through her veins, but something was off about it." Phoenix's voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks, which makes complete sense when my brain processes what he’s saying. Someone might have given this woman demon blood? Did they have any idea how dangerous that was? She survived, though. Does that mean she has an ability like us?
Questions flood my mind as we make our way to the guest rooms. These are reserved for anyone visiting from other chapters or if one of us has a special guest or two that we were spending quality naked time with for a couple of days. Most of the guys find plenty of willing pussy on the road, but some have favorites that they like to bring to the clubhouse and fuck until they can’t walk straight before sending them packing once more.
Each room has its own bathroom and closet, and is generally nicer than the dorm rooms the rest of us live in. Occasionally, a member gets too attached to a lady friend and will make her his old lady. In those cases, they usually get a cabin separated off from the main building that is just for them. It’s a lonely life for the women, though, since they aren't allowed to have any outside friends. The risk of someone figuring something out is too great.
The guest rooms aren't kept ready to go, so Phoenix and I make the bed and grab some soap, shampoo, conditioner, and any other necessities we think she might need from the store room. "I'll go grab some clothes if you want to go get her?" I ask, looking at Phoenix.
His eyes light up, although he tries to hide it. "Sure."
"What's got you so interested in her, man?" I ask as we walk down the hall together, away from the room we'd picked. It’s the corner one on the second floor. Easier to protect. The funny thing is, we hadn't even had to talk about it. We both just went there like we knew exactly where would be the safest spot for this potentially dangerous, yet fragile, woman.
"Nothing. I just want to figure out what happened and why the hell someone would volunteer for medical testing like that, and what the hell they were doing with demon blood," he says quietly, though his voice is a higher pitch than normal, letting me know I've pressed too far and he feels defensive.
"She just wanted some all-expenses-paid trip," I say, thinking back to when I'd first talked to her.
"Sure, that's what she said, but couldn't you tell there was more to it than that? She's hiding something. I don't know what, but we need to get her to tell us so we can tell the Prez before he loses his shit and kills her. That secret will be the end of her if we don't figure out what it is first."
As much as I hate to admit it, Phoenix is right. The Prez hates secrets, and an organization like ours would be destroyed from within if we kept any. Which means that Dani’s secret could easily spell her death if we aren’t careful, and for some reason the thought of that makes my chest ache.
8
Dani
After the prisoner attacked me, I felt like hell. My throat and body ached, and it was painful to draw in air. But after a few minutes, the pain began to fade away. I already knew my body was healing. Out of all the horrible things my time with the scientists brought, healing quickly seemed to be about the only good thing.
Images flash in my mind of when they’d snap one of my bones. I would scream and scream and then they would throw me back in that room. And as I lay there, the bone would slowly knit itself back together until I was healed. It made the scientists happy. Made Dr. Mengele happy.
It terrified me. And it still does.
The thing is, I’m not entirely sure I’m human anymore. I think I might be not much different