A Shock to Your System (Dangerous Creatures #2) Read Online Free

groaned and tried to pull back. When Jamie took the hint
and pulled back, Ethan found himself already missing those hands.
He was so fucked.
    Not as much as Jamie. Jamie sounded like
he’d just witnessed a car wreck. Or had been inside of one.
    "Fuck. Look what she did
to you. Oh fuck ."
    Then those warm hands were on his cheeks,
feeling so good on his cold face. Jamie always had the right touch,
and goose-bumps rose up immediately on his skin.
    Jamie tilted Ethan's head gently, forcing
their eyes to meet. Ethan had never seen them this close before. He
always knew Jamie had blue eyes. Aside from the man's strange hair,
it had been the first thing he'd noticed about him. But this blue
was different from the crazy blues on psycho Allison. Why hadn't
Ethan ever looked this close? He would've seen how much nicer, how
much prettier, the color actually was. They were the color of snow
in the shade. Perfect frost, except they were wet. His eyes were
swimming. Jamie had tears in his eyes. Ethan had never seen him cry
before.
    "Holy fuck. Holy fuck, Ethan, don't
die."
    "I’m not dying," Ethan said, and then he
started to cough, which made the pain in his chest flare.
    Fuck! Everything hurt.
    "You're bleeding. I need to see," Jamie
said, and he started to pull at Ethan's clothes.
    Ethan grabbed onto the man's hands. His grip
was weak, but it was enough to get Jamie's attention.
    And Ethan’s.
    The second his hands made contact with
Jamie’s skin, a tiny shock of electricity spiked him. Only a little
more powerful than if he’d touched a TV or a metal doorknob after a
static charge. It hurt enough that it brought him fully awake.
    “ Ethan? Are you okay?”
Jamie’s eyes were wide. He stared at Ethan like he thought he was
dying again.
    Enough of this.
    "Not here. Can’t check here. Have to be
somewhere clean," Ethan said. He wasn’t anywhere close to being a
hundred percent, but at least he didn’t feel like he was dying
anymore. He was still fucking tired as hell though.
    Jamie shook his head. “Ethan, you’re
bleeding. I need to see.”
    “ Not here,” Ethan
insisted. If Jamie wanted to check Ethan's wounds so badly then he
could do it in a place where there wasn't mud, bugs and slime
everywhere. Better yet, he could do it in a place where those other
three paranormals were less likely to come back and harass
them.
    Or kill them.
    Jamie nodded. "Okay. I'll get you to a
hospital. Where's your phone? I'll call for help."
    The relief came instantly, but in the next
second, it was gone. Ethan knew for a fact that he didn't want
that. No cops and no ambulance. If Jamie called for paramedics, he
was either going to have to explain what had happened, or make the
call anonymous and run away.
    But he wouldn't run away. Ethan knew that
now. If Jamie was the type of man who would come back for someone
who'd betrayed him and tried to arrest him, then he was definitely
the type who was going to wait around, protecting Ethan in case
those other three paranormals came back. Hell, Jamie looked
terrified of letting go of Ethan's hands, as if that was the secret
ingredient to keeping him alive.
    The man had to make do with gripping both of
Ethan’s hands as tightly as he could in his one hand while he
searched Ethan’s pockets.
    “ You took my weapons, but
not a phone?” Ethan asked.
    Jamie pulled the phone out. “I didn’t want
to strand you.”
    He still sounded on the verge of tears.
Jamie was clearly not the warrior type.
    He wouldn’t last in a cage. The men in
charge of the labs would eat him alive.
    Ethan yanked one hand out of Jamie’s grip
and grabbed for the phone before he could dial. Jamie looked at him
with a stunned expression.
    Ethan wet his lips. Fuck, his throat still
killed. “You call them, and then you run away. Run and hide.”
    Ethan didn’t think it should have been
possible, but the man’s eyes widened even more. He actually looked
behind himself, as if searching for a hiding spot.
    Or someone hiding,