Chapter 45 A Great Operative

SASHA POV Where am I? Soft. Comfortable. Not moving—no rumble, no jazz. Pleasant light—maybe low lamps, maybe fireplace. Wood beams and plaster overhead. Blankets around me. But something s missing. With effort, turn head, look around. Fake fireplace. No windows. A door, closed. A couple chairs— Samson. That s right. Flashes come back—the medics, the stretcher. Exam room, all sterile white. Poking, prodding, PAIN. Missing something there, too—cold, lonely. "Good morning," Samson greets me. "How ya feelin ?" I stretch a little, testing. Still aches everywhere. "Sore. Tired," I tell him. "Where Rika? Zoe?" "Restin , an they ve earned it. Hell of a task, t get you an them lycans all the way out here. An they saved your life, my medics told me. You ve got some nasty injuries, but I m told they re healing all right. Doctor ll be in soon t check ya over, change dressings an all that." "Thank you.&qu