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.

hand tightened on the nearly full

then a small, steely hand clamped

pain shooting

scream echoed through the room, shrill and

didn't even blink. She yanked the needle

care.

then darted to the blood-processing machine nearby, sliding

line ready, slipping the needle back into Zach's vein

the fog in Zach's vision

Zach's vision started to clear.

is that... you?" he mumbled, his soft voice

seen her picture. This girl didn't look exactly like it-older, harder-but something in

on the syringe, just for

face-usually a frozen tundra-cracked open, a

she murmured, voice soft. "It's

reached out, her hand brushing

three of Raven's longtime

the regular, sure-but they knew it was a mask, a con. This? This warmth? They'd never seen

burly

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

Zach's blood flowing back into him and sneered, "Well, isn't this

figured. People had forgotten what

tilted his head toward

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