Chapter 49

If we have to stay longer, we’ll stay in the Semper Fi, I don’t

care how that looks. He’s mine.Hell, I’ll sleep in their damn

quarantine lab if I have to, just to be with him.

Ellington points at the window and the three

of us crowd together to peer inside. A woman lies on a bed in the

center of the room, the skin around her closed eyes as dark as

bruises in her pale face and her hair like seaweed spread out on

the white pillow. She’s hooked up to a monitor of some sort, which

beeps quietly beside the bed, and on the other side is a

straight-backed chair where Conlan sits, his elbows on his knees,

his chin in his hands, watching her, waiting. Shanley and another

man hover by the monitor, talking low. Conlan doesn’t seem to

notice them—he just stares at the woman, nothing else exists for

him. “Marie,” Ellington whispers behind us.

“She doesn’t look too good,” Dylan

murmurs, resting a hand on the window.

I stop him before he can tap on the glass.