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patients as violent as this one.”
    Missy glanced back down to meet Tyler’s gaze that hadn’t strayed from her yet. Her cheeks burned as she looked away again to refocus on her task. Using needles was something she’d had to learn over the years, since doctors were scarce, and the Archers were constantly getting hurt. She’d mostly use them just to administer freezing when she was stitching one of them up. Only once had she taken blood to send to the doctor. That was when Sam had grown extremely ill, and they were all worried she had contracted the bird flu.
    It hadn’t been that difficult. Of course, her hands hadn’t been shaking then nearly as much as they were now. Grabbing the elastic band they’d provided, Missy took a step closer to Tyler, her hands reaching out hesitantly to wrap the rubber around his large arm. She could hear him breathing in her ear, sense him watching her face instead of her hands. She refused to look up at him, too afraid of what she might see there.
    Missy had no idea what he was doing, but making her extremely nervous in front of people she was supposed to be deceiving was not the smartest thing. She’d have to ream him out about it later, when they got out of here.
    Band in place, Missy reached for the needle, feeling around for a vein. His skin was hot beneath her fingertips. She could sense his energy and body straining toward her against the shackles that bound him to the chair. Finally she looked up into clear green. Her eyes instantly dropped on their own accord to the plush, pink lips she could see amongst the facial hair that covered half his face, giving him an even more dangerous, mysterious look. What would it be like…
    Missy gave herself a quick mental shake. Where her thoughts going? It unnerved her to have sexual thoughts about any man, especially this one. Men were off limits for her. Intimacy was something she doubted she’d ever enjoy again. And yet she had those kinds of thoughts about Tyler frequently. She didn’t understand why, but now was not the time to indulge in them.
    Raising her eyes back up, she swallowed at the look in his before turning back to what she’d been doing. “Sorry,” she whispered quietly, right before sticking him with the needle. He didn’t make a sound, or even flinch. He just continued to watch her with extreme interest.
    Missy filled both vials that were left for her, then quickly withdrew the point, putting pressure on the small wound. Guilt ate at her, but she tried her best not to show it.
    “There’s no bandage,” Missy said, looking up at the men.
    “He doesn’t need it,” Geoff answered. “He heals quickly.”
    Her heart stopped. Did that mean? Missy studied him, questioning him with her eyes, but either he didn’t understand, or didn’t want to respond with the other men watching them. Had they already given him the Generals ‘treatments’? Is that why he was acting so strangely? She wished she could just come out and ask him.
    “You’re done now,” one of the other men said, taking a step toward her.
    Missy flinched before she could stop herself. It was an instinctual reaction whenever a man got close to her. She’d been getting better with Tyler and his friends around all the time lately, but she wasn’t completely cured.
    Tyler started the loud growling thing again, his murderous gaze fixated on the man. “Back,” he snarled. The male took a tentative step back, his face pale. Missy unconsciously put her hand back on Tyler’s arm to silently let him know she was okay. Her touch seemed to calm him as the muscles in his arms relaxed beneath her palm.
    “That’ll be all, Missy,” Geoff said, keeping his distance.
    “What are you doing with him now?” she asked before she could stop herself.
    “He needs to go back to his room,” he answered.
    “How – ” Her question cut off as the man who hadn’t spoken stepped forward and slammed a needle into the side of Tyler’s neck. Missy stood, mouth