and she fought to remain conscious as she continued softly, “I saw her in his mind, though. Blonde hair. Beautiful.”
“Show me,” Jade said, placing a hand gently on Gypsy’s arm.
Unsure exactly what to do, Gypsy brought up an image in her mind of the woman Xavier was thinking of, before she finally allowed herself to slump against Slade in exhaustion.
“Janie,” Jade whispered in shock.
A loud roar filled Gypsy’s ears, and she whimpered in agony, her body beginning to shake uncontrollably. “Slade.” His name was torn from her, a plea for help. Without another word, Slade walked past his alpha and through the door, quickly taking Gypsy back to her room. She sighed when he placed her down on the cool sheets, closing her eyes and snuggling deep into the covers. Her fatigue was outweighing her pain, and she was out within seconds.
G ypsy slept steadily through the night, waking up to the early morning light streaming in through the blinds on the window the next day. Bringing Xavier back from the dead had taken a lot out of her and it was a struggle to keep her eyes open. She almost allowed herself to fall back asleep, but she wanted to check on her sister and the enforcer.
After several failed attempts, Gypsy was finally out of bed and making her way to the bathroom when there was a light knock on the door. One of the nurses entered the room, smiling widely when she saw Gypsy on her feet. “Good morning! We’ve been waiting for you to wake up. How are you feeling?”
Resting a hand on the doorframe to the bathroom, Gypsy returned the nurse’s smile with a small one of her own. “Like I’ve been ran over by a semi,” she responded with a short, humorless laugh. “I’m sorry, what is your name?” She really needed to make more of an effort to get to know the people in this small community, especially if she was going to be here for a while. Her eyes narrowed as she realized the White River Wolves compound may become her home permanently. If she really was Slade’s mate, their destinies were intertwined.
“My name is Becca,” the other woman replied with a sweet, gentle smile. “And I’m not really a nurse. I’m actually a scientist. I just help out here sometimes when they need me. From what I’ve been told, this is the first time in a long time that we have had this many patients staying here at once. You have all definitely kept the nurses on their toes.”
Gypsy felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of scientists. A memory from years ago came to her, and she swayed slightly on her feet. They had gone out to dinner, which was a rare treat since money was always so tight. While her mother was ordering their food, Gypsy had accidentally slipped into their waitresses mind and learned the woman feared death was near for her. She had been to the doctor just the day before to have a biopsy done on a lump she had found in her breast, and was waiting to hear back on the results. Gypsy had touched the waitress lightly with her small hand and closed her eyes, concentrating on the one thing she knew when it came for someone...death. After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes and smiled softly, telling the terrified lady that she had nothing to worry about, death was not coming for her. At the waitress’s stunned gaze, her mother had stood quickly, grabbing Gypsy’s arm and swiftly leaving the restaurant. Now w e have to move again, Gypsy. You know you aren’t supposed to use your gifts in public. No one can ever find out about them. The government will want to take you away from me. They will have their scientists run test after test on you to try and figure out why you can do what you do. Your father said it happened to his brother. And if the government doesn’t find us, the witch hunters will track you down and try to kill you like they did your father. I have no idea if anyone saw what you did