Chapter 45 A Great OperativeSASHA POV
Where am I?
Soft. Comfortable. Not moving—no rumble, no jazz. Pleasant light—maybe low lamps, maybe fireplace. Wood beams and plaster overhead. Blankets around me.
But something s missing.
With effort, turn head, look around. Fake fireplace. No windows. A door, closed. A couple chairs—
Samson.
That s right. Flashes come back—the medics, the stretcher. Exam room, all sterile white. Poking, prodding, PAIN. Missing something there, too—cold, lonely.
"Good morning," Samson greets me. "How ya feelin ?"
I stretch a little, testing. Still aches everywhere.
"Sore. Tired," I tell him. "Where Rika? Zoe?"
"Restin , anthey ve earned it. Hell of a task, tget you anthem lycans all the way out here. Anthey saved your life, my medics told me. You ve got some
