Chapter 7

“No. Either the disease is only spread by direct bite—and she didn’t bite me, you recall—or I have some sort of natural immunity. Every disease, every drug, has those who are unaffected. Scientific fact.”

“If that were true, someone out there would be immune to the common cold,” Seth muttered.

Dex ignored that. “The question then, is how do you want to do this? I’ll do you no good whatsoever should you rip my throat open.”

“Let me show you the other reason I brought you here,” Seth said. He took Dex’s arm and gestured toward the door. The gwr’s flesh was hot, feverish, even muted through the layers of Dex’s jacket and shirt.