Winter's Storm: Retribution (Winter's Saga #2) (35 page)

He punctured the top of the vial with the needle, tipped the whole thing upside down and pulled the syringe’s plunger down, extracting the fluid from inside the vial, filling the syringe. He only stopped when he saw the syringe was beginning to pull in air instead of fluid. He separated the syringe from the vial, held it up to the light and tapped it against the corner of a cabinet, forcing the bubbles to the top. Cole then squeezed the plunger back in slowly forcing the air out of the needle tip. There was exactly .5ml of the serum in the syringe. That sounded like a good amount to Creed, who was just trying to hold himself together long enough to get this serum into his bloodstream.

Cole yanked his short-sleeved shirt up higher, exposing the flesh at the top of his left shoulder. His whole left arm hurt so badly. Cole’s last human thought was:
The faster I do this, the sooner I will stop feeling so much pain.

He quickly jabbed himself and pushed the plunger down, emptying the contents of the syringe into his muscle. He yanked the needle out, felt an uncontrollable wave of nausea, began shaking violently and saw blackness close around his line of sight until there was nothing.

Some forty minutes later, when Theo, Margo, Evan and Alik came running into the lab with Farrow barely hanging on to life, they nearly tripped over the body of Cole Andrews. It didn’t take but a cursory glance at the scene to realize what Cole had done to himself.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I have several spots throughout the house where I go to curl up with my laptop to write, but no matter where I am, as long as I’m surrounded by my husband and kids, I’m at peace enough to go create turmoil in the world of my Winter Clan.

Usually I have a glass of sweet tea within reach to remind myself to drink something once in a while. I get so caught up in my stories; the world around me easily melts away as my fingers tap frantically trying to keep up with my imagination.

Strategically chosen music is loud (probably too loud *blush*) and pulsing through my earbuds. I have a giant iTunes library at my finger tips sorted by the emotions the songs bring out in me. What can I say? I’m deeply affected by music, so I use it as a catalyst to help me create.

I’m thankful to my family for being so supportive of me as I do tend to forget the world when I’m “in the zone.” (That’s what my husband and kids call it when I’m deep in thought, writing.)

Thank you for reading my books, by the way. Your supportive reviews, comments and emails mean the world to me! Keep ‘em coming, please!

Hugs,

Karen

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