  DRAKE POV
  &quot;Have you even moved since I went in there?&quot; Rika demands as she comes out of Sasha s room to find me sitting in the hallway outside.
  &quot;Yeah, I went and sparred with the guys a bit. Great training area down that way a bit,&quot; I gesture down the hall. Rika s been visiting Sasha almost as much as I have. I never thought I d be cool with a vampire, but this WASP techno-wizard is something special, as is Zoe. Sasha s got a good team, a tight little pack of her own. &quot;And I got food and a nap.&quot;
  &quot;Glad to hear it. You re no good to her if you don t take care of yourself.&quot; She looks me over with those deep, unsettling black eyes. &quot;You re probably not getting the full benefit of the Underground, spending all this time here, though.&quot;
  &quot;I ve met some of Samson s people. This place is incredible. I ve wanted to be a part of someth

  ZOE POV
  &quot;Well, Miss Sukoshku, I d say you re all clear to get out of bed and start exploring the Underground,&quot; Sasha s main doctor declares, &quot;just so long as you don t do anything stupid.&quot;
  &quot;Thank you, Doctor,&quot; Sasha smiles. It s that pained half-smile that means she s violently conflicted inside, as she has been since she started being conscious for more than fifteen minutes at a time, a couple days ago. Nothing Rika or Drake or I have said to her seems to have made much of a difference, and I m damn worried about her.
  &quot;Doctor, would you mind giving us a list of activities you would define as stupid for someone in Sasha s condition?&quot; Rika inquires, professional and no-nonsense as ever.
  &quot;That won t be necessary, Doctor,&quot; Sasha argues. &quot;Just…do you think it s safe for me to do a bit of training? Not all out, but just to try a

  SASHA 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.
  &quot;Good morning,&quot; Samson greets me. &quot;How ya feelin ?&quot;
  I stretch a little, testing. Still aches everywhere.
  &quot;Sore. Tired,&quot; I tell him. &quot;Where Rika? Zoe?&quot;
  &quot;Restin , an  they ve earned it. Hell of a task, t  get you an  them lycans all the way out here. An  they saved your life, my medics told me. You ve got some nasty injuries, but I m told they re healing all right. Doctor

DRAKE POV
  &quot;Have you even moved since I went in there?&quot; Rika demands as she comes out of Sasha s room to find me sitting in the hallway outside.
  &quot;Yeah, I went and sparred with the guys a bit. Great training area down that way a bit,&quot; I gesture down the hall. Rika s been visiting Sasha almost as much as I have. I never thought I d be cool with a vampire, but this WASP techno-wizard is something special, as is Zoe. Sasha s got a good team, a tight little pack of her own. &quot;And I got food and a nap.&quot;
  &quot;Glad to hear it. You re no good to her if you don t take care of yourself.&quot; She looks me over with those deep, unsettling black eyes. &quot;You re probably not getting the full benefit of the Underground, spending all this time here, though.&quot;
  &quot;I ve met some of Samson s people. This place is incredible. I ve wanted to be a part of something like this, or create it, for…a long time.&quot;
  &quot;Since your uncle was executed? Or bef

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