Chapter 3

In a flash, a teenage girl, eighteen or so, stormed into view, decked out in sleek

black

gear.

The second the doctors laid eyes on her, their hearts skipped a beat.

She looked sharp, even lethal-way scarier than Dane Grayson ever dreamed of being.

Those icy eyes of hers pinned them in place, like their blood might freeze solid just from her stare.

The head doctor snapped out of it first, his face darkening.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he roared. "Get out of-"

"Crack!" He didn't finish.

A scream tore out of him as he went flying, slammed into the wall by a brutal kick.

The nurse drawing Zach's blood gaped, wide-eyed.

One second the girl was at the door; now she was right there, looming over her.

tightened on the nearly full

a small, steely hand clamped

pain shooting

through the room, shrill

didn't even blink. She yanked the needle

care.

to the blood-processing machine nearby,

slipping the needle back into Zach's vein with a

flowed back into him, and the fog in Zach's vision

vision started to clear. He squinted, struggling to focus

soft voice

like it-older, harder-but something in his gut said it was her. The sister Grandma swore

syringe,

tundra-cracked open, a ray of sunlight

she murmured, voice

out, her hand brushing his fluffy

Raven's longtime crew

all smiles on the regular, sure-but they knew it was a mask, a con.

a pack of burly

through, with this don't-mess-with-me look

sneered, "Well, isn't this cute. His

too quiet, he figured. People had forgotten

head toward

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