Chapter 32

"Yeah," Jeremy agrees. "I know how bad sexual frustration sucks, but I liked to live for another day. Wouldn't you?" Liam raises his upper lip in a snarl at Jeremy while I shake my head. "I get it. But you should have seen the way Jeremy rammed the Purgatory Alpha." Jeremy notices the way I quickly change the subject, but doesn't say anything about it. Merely laughs. "Yeah, I'm a badass!"  "Whatever," Stella huffs. "Just starting get your shit together." And so the next hour is spent packing up and getting ready to leave. And right before we do, as we stand in Jeremy and Liam's room, I bring up the syringe. Mainly because I don't want to hide it. And because I'm really curious about what the hell the blue liquid does. "What do you think it is?" I ask as Stella imagines it with a small frown on her lips.  "I don't know, but whatever it must do can't be good." "It was in the bullet of the gun Charl