Chapter 30

Had this penchant for violence always been a part of him? He didn’t think so, recalled it bubbling under the surface a day or two after Antonio died. A headache flared. His muscles grew sore. His jaw ached.

Hard to believe Talbot made him go through with the blood test—the man believed him—then again, not so difficult; Talbot was doing this by the book. He made a promise to those in his care and he followed through.

Miles’s voice broke the haze. “Won’t be but a few minutes.”

Of course not. All it required was a drop of blood on a slide peered at through a microscope.

The seconds ticked by, a few minutes turning into hours in his mind. Mason just wanted out of here. Wanted Kyle. A strange change for him. Until now all he ever wanted since Antonio’s death was to be alone or have work to do. Those in the compound didn’t bother him and he didn’t bother them so for a long time the semi-isolation he sought had worked

Until Kyle.