Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 125037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Mordichai heaved a pretend sigh of resignation. “Fine, I’ll share.” He slathered more butter onto the bread and stuffed nearly the entire thing into his mouth.
Rubin shifted his weight onto one leg, turning fully toward Mordichai. Rubin had seen him use that particular maneuver to place his body wholly toward a potential patient. It gave him more of an ability to assess any illnesses.
“Try to show some restraint,” Ezekiel said. “You won’t get me to believe Nonny didn’t pack a lunch for you to drive up here with.”
“Had to share with Malichai. You never get annoyed when he’s eating all the food.”
It didn’t surprise Diego in the least to confirm that Malichai was somewhere in the house. Of course he was. He would feel the same way as Ezekiel and Mordichai. They were a family, and if there was trouble, they showed up. That was their code.
“There isn’t enough stew for the two of us,” Mordichai pointed out. “And as usual, he’s taking a nap.”
I take it Malichai is another brother, Leila asked.
Malichai is the youngest brother. He is married to Amaryllis, and just so you’re aware, he lost his leg after an assignment. He’s handled it well, and of course the government didn’t want to lose him as an asset, so they’ve provided the best prosthetic available.
How terrible for him. His wife stuck by him, I hope.
She did. She’s good for him. You’ll like Malichai. When you meet him, you can feel what kind of man he is, Diego assured. Because he was in her mind, he felt her uneasiness with so many strangers close to her when she was still so vulnerable.
Rubin dished up the last of the stew and handed the bowl to Mordichai. “I always said you were the spoiled one.”
He has some kind of shield, Diego. He masks the illness, but there is one. Not diabetes, but he’s autoimmune.
How did he pass the strict physical requirements in order to join the GhostWalkers? And why would Whitney enhance him, knowing he was autoimmune? With his supersoldiers, Whitney doesn’t expect them to live long, and he doesn’t care what shape they’re in, physically or mentally, but he does with the GhostWalkers. He prides himself on the teams and what they can accomplish. Why would he enhance Mordichai?
Rubin didn’t have an answer. Leila did. One of his gifts is masking. If Rubin is a powerful healer and can’t find what’s wrong with him, a man like Whitney, with no ability, might miss it.
How? Rubin asked. He has to run tests the entire time he’s working with a patient. Blood tests, you name it. It would show up if he was autoimmune.
They fell silent, each of them puzzling how Mordichai could have gotten into the GhostWalker program.
My best guess would be that someone found a way to alter the results of the lab tests. That was Leila.
That made more sense to Diego than any other answer. He glanced at Ezekiel. He would keep his family together at any cost. He’d never leave Mordichai behind. Ezekiel had been enhanced before any of them. He was an amazing doctor, and he would know exactly how to alter lab results.
Leila might be on to something, Diego told Rubin.
Ezekiel is capable, Rubin agreed.
“You know I’m just giving you a hard time,” Mordichai said as he sank onto the floor, back to the wall, the bowl of stew in his hand. “Nonny sent enough food for an army. I’m not the only one bringing it in. Draden is outside setting up a camp. We knew the cabin would be too small for all of us. We’re setting up a perimeter for safety. They’ll bring the supplies and more of Nonny’s food in as soon as they have the tents set up.”
When you meet Draden Freeman for the first time, there is no fainting. No flirting. In fact, don’t even look at him.
Why would you say that? Is something wrong with him?
Rubin gave a little snort of derision. Diego ignored him and continued. He’s a pretty boy. Used to be a model. Just to tell you, looks aren’t everything. The man can be moody as hell. I don’t think he sleeps. He runs all the time, and you know anyone who runs isn’t running on all cylinders.
Leila gave him her little laugh, the one that sent heat rushing through his entire system. Diego’s eyes met Rubin’s. His brother was smiling too. That was the effect that soft sound had on them. There had been too little laughter in their lives, not the real kind, and Leila had a way about her that made little things humorous.
Don’t listen to him, Leila, Rubin said. Draden was one of those really big deals in the modeling world, that much is true.
What isn’t true? He runs like a maniac, is moody, doesn’t like talking much, and, Leila, just so you’re warned, his wife is a straight-up assassin.