Chapter 39

The mask saves me from having my throat torn out by my zombie husband. For one frozen second we stare into each other's eyes, my grey ones sad, his red streaked brown ones crazed. There's no trace of the Silas I knew in the face above mine.

Then our moment is over. Silas is torn from my prone body and thrown across the lab. I flinch as I hear his body take out several tables. Glass smashes to the floor.

I roll onto my side to check the damage and to see if Silas is still alive, but Wolfe is on top of me, kneeling over me, his hands everywhere as he checks for injury. His expression is thunderous, nearly as out of control as when he first entered the lab.

"Wolfe..." I try to appeal to him, but he slaps my hand away and surges to his feet, turning back toward Silas.