Page 71 of Remnants
“Enough, Dane. Let her focus,” Aiden chides, his gaze locked on her expression.
I glance at Jackson on my left. “Did you see what she did?”
He shakes his head.
Frowning, I watch Cassandra finish healing Dane before she releases him and opens her eyes. “I don’t know what it was. All I can heal are injuries, and aside from the broken skin there, I couldn’t find anything else to fix. If it was poison, I can only heal the damage it causes, not remove it.”
Dane curses and rubs his arm.
“I highly doubt Vera poisoned you. They still want you alive. And the punctures were too small to insert a tracking device,” Aiden reasons.
“Then what the fuck—”
“I’ll take you to the infirmary. You can sleep off the healing there while we have monitors on you, just in case.”
“Did you get Tinsley?”
I whip my head around to Aiden. “Tinsley was here?”
“Yes. And no, I didn’t get her,” he replies.
Dane grimaces and stands. “So, she’s already one of them?”
Aiden looks toward the hallway that leads to the infirmary and Reid. “No. When she was circling me, she told me she was putting on an act for the other agents. I tried to get her to stay for Reid’s sake.”
“Why the hell would she willingly go back with them?” Kellan demands.
“She said there was something she needed to do before she could come back. She just wanted me to pass a message on to Reid.”
“What’s the message?” I ask, and Aiden’s gaze finds mine.
“She’s safe. And to give her another week before he comes for her.”
“That’s it?” Dane mutters. “And we’re supposed to trust that?”
“I’ll let Reid be the judge since he knows her best. As we’re going to the infirmary anyway, we’ll give him the message and see what he says.” Aiden scans the aftermath of the fight, his dark stare landing between Jackson and Kellan behind me. “Recruit any members who are willing to help clean up.” He looks expectantly at me.
“I’m staying here to help,” I answer his unspoken question. His forehead creases, his lips flattening, but he nods stiffly.
“I’ll come back once Dane is situated.”
I offer a short nod in return, then watch him, Dane, and Cassandra leave the room.
“You don’t have to help, beautiful.” Kellan crosses his arms over his chest as we look over the mess from the fight. Dead agents. Blood. Broken tables and benches. Glass. Bits of ripped plant life everywhere. And water covering all of it.
“I’m part of the team, Kell,” I reply, suppressing a shiver as the cooler air clings to the water that soaked into my clothes, hair, and skin.
A soft breeze tickles my hair, and I look to Jack. “Don’t dry me yet. I’m sure I’ll get wet again while cleaning up.”
He tilts his head. “Then I’ll dry you again.”
Smiling, I take his hand in mine. “No one else is getting dried off. I promise I’m fine. Now, how do you clean up so many…bodies?”
Jackson hums softly as if musing over the various options. “Too many to burn without drawing attention. Or to throw in the sea.”
Kellan rubs his beard. “It’ll be a hell of a hole to dig if we’re burying ’em.”
“A vat of acid…”
