Viper Game

She frowned. Her long lashes fluttered. His groin tightened. Her body seemed as if it was cooling fast when she’d just had a raging temperature. He needed to get her back to bed.

“I honestly don’t know if there’s a termination order out on me. There wasn’t when I escaped, but there certainly could be now.” Her head lolled back against his shoulder, as if the energy it took to converse was too much. “Braden called me into his office and asked me for some special favors. Not asked. Ordered. I refused. He told me if I didn’t cooperate, he would consider terminating the children. All three of them. That’s what he said. Consider. Like they were garbage. Nothing. Not human. Not children.” She lifted her hand and wiped her face as if trying to erase the memory.

Wyatt realized he was just standing there, holding her in his arms, looking down into her face. Her eyes. He felt a bit like a man who’d just been hit over the head and was seeing stars. Very gently he deposited her back on Nonny’s sofa and drew the covers over her. She had begun to shiver again.

“This is the worst. I know I’m not going to die, but it feels like every muscle in my body contracts and turns into hard knots that just won’t let up. I don’t know what DNA cocktail they used for little Ginger, but the pain is incredible.”

“I can put you in a much more private room, give you fluids and painkillers through an IV and keep you away from everyone,” he offered.

Her gaze jumped to his face. Her eyes looked like a doorway to another galaxy, one he wanted to go through. A paradise of sheer feeling. It was impossible to look directly into her eyes and not feel sexual awareness.

Pepper bit her lip. “Don’t tempt me, Wyatt. Not now when I know what’s coming. I’ve done this before and I know I can get through it.”

“You didn’t make that connection between us, Pepper.” Wyatt felt compelled to admit the truth to her. “I did. When I tried to heal you. I merged our minds and somehow we stayed attached. What you feel, I can feel. Maybe the other way around as well. You didn’ let your guard down, and you certainly weren’ the one to compromise us. I did that all by myself.”

Pepper’s lashes fluttered. Her long, black lashes, thick and curved, two crescents as sexy as the rest of her. “Thank you for that, Wyatt. I don’t know how true it is, maybe we’re both a little responsible.”

“The point is, I can take away the pain and you don’ have to worry that somethin’ will happen. You’re strong. You’ll manage.”

A shudder ran through her body, a ripple of pain that had him nearly doubling over. He couldn’t fight what he couldn’t see. That pain wasn’t his. The venom Ginger had injected into her wasn’t solely that of a cobra. Pepper’s immunity to the cobra bite was fairly strong. This was another strain that compromised her muscles and produced such pain.

“Damn them. Ginger is both, Elapidae and Viperidae, isn’t she? The idiots wanted to make certain she could kill no matter what. I looked at her mouth when Grand-mere picked her up and there was no evidence of fangs. She’s more viper, isn’t she? But her bite is the deadliest because they mixed in cobra.”

Pepper turned her face away from him. “You’re the genius.” Her voice had dropped nearly to a husky whisper. If he hadn’t had such acute hearing he wouldn’t have heard her.

“Baby, I’m not sayin’ anythin’ against her. I’m tryin’ to help you through this, and I have to know what kind of venom is inside you.” He pushed back her hair. He couldn’t help himself, he had to touch her. He knew his tone was all wrong, but what he wanted to do was let out a string of curse words his grandmother would frown on and then go kill a few scientists – slowly.

“She’s a seventeen-month-old baby who didn’t ask for what they did to her. They gave her a high IQ and that scared them to death. She already knows what they did to her and why they want to use her. They think she’s a monster, and she knows that too. They forced her to bite me over and over, and when she wouldn’t, they hurt her. She killed three of the workers. She didn’t mean to, but she strikes out when she’s threatened. She’s programmed to.”

“Did you think you could give her a normal life?” Wyatt asked, sinking down onto the floor beside the sofa. He dropped his face into his hands. Trading his easy life in the bayou for enhancements seemed rather ridiculous to him now. Especially over a woman who had run out on him – a woman he realized if he’d just stepped back and taken a good look at he would have known she wasn’t at all right for him. His problems were minuscule in comparison to that of a seventeen-month-old baby with termination orders out on her.