Lethal Game Read online Christine Feehan (GhostWalkers #16)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 151345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
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Eventually he brushed kisses against her neck. “I told Trap we’d meet him in the lab.”

“You have to find my suit. It floated off somewhere and I’ve got to shower and get dressed.”

“You don’t want the kids to find little scraps of cloth at the bottom of the pool tomorrow?” he teased.

She flashed a grin at him and walked up the stairs naked. He watched her go the entire way because Amaryllis naked was a sight to behold.

“Whitney, you are so full of shit,” Trap snapped. “There are thirty-two billion base pairs in the genome of an axolotl salamander and scientists in Vienna, Heidelberg and Dresden were the first to actually completely map out the genome, which will be a huge leap forward for limb regeneration in humans, but we’re not there yet. You weren’t the first to map that out, they did. I’m not sending you Malichai to experiment on. It isn’t happening because if you tell one lie, everything else is built on that lie, which means you’re full of absolute shit.”

“Do you really think I’d use one of my very few GhostWalkers as my first human experiments in limb regeneration?” Whitney demanded. “You think so much of yourself, Dawkins. You always have. You’re depriving Malichai of his own leg, one of bone and tissue, one completely regenerated, because you don’t think it’s possible because you can’t do it.”

Malichai was tired of the argument between Trap and Whitney. It seemed like it went on day in and day out, but this was the first time it alarmed him. This was the first time Whitney had made references to experimenting on other humans—and when he experimented on human beings it was always on young girls or women. He believed they were inferior, and their only value was to science.

“Whitney.” Trap sounded interested now. “When Sergej Nowoshilow was speaking expressly about having the map for complicated structures such as limbs to be regrown, such as human legs, it was noted that the human PAX3 gene, which is essential during muscular and neural growth, is missing, with the axolotl PAX7 taking its place.”

“Which makes sense since a salamander needs its own stem cells and we need our own stem cells. You’re splitting hairs, Trap,” Whitney said. It was shocking that he referred to Trap by his first name rather than as Dawkins. “I’m telling you, I can get Malichai to regenerate his own leg, without scarring. His own tissue, muscular and neural growth.”

“We’ll get there, but we’re years away, even with our greatest scientists working on this,” Trap objected, the voice of reason. “Even with you stepping on the backs of geniuses, which you’ve been doing for years, you can’t pull this off.”

“You’re so damn stubborn, you always think you’re right. I’ll send you the proof of it if you don’t believe me. I get tired of you arguing with me.”

Malichai’s heart clenched hard in his chest. His eyes met Trap’s and then he looked at Amaryllis. She looked every bit as apprehensive as Malichai felt. Her tongue moistened her lower lip.

“What kind of proof, Whitney?” Trap asked.

“The kind even an asshole like you can’t deny, Dawkins,” Whitney snapped. There was a loud buzzing and the connection was lost.

Amaryllis scooted closer to Malichai until she was practically sitting in his lap. “What do you think he meant by that?”

“I don’t know, honey,” he said gently. “It doesn’t matter. My leg is doing great just the way it is. I’m getting stronger every single day.” He didn’t want to think about regeneration and whether it was possible. He wanted to quit hearing about it because then he would dream about it. Anyone would.

“What he meant”—Cayenne said, coming out of the shadows where she often stayed, and moving right into Trap so that he pulled her into him, her back to his front, his arms around her—“is that he used one of us. Or more than one. He cut off an arm or a leg, or more than one arm or leg, and he tried to regrow it. More than likely he did it several times. He failed and he did it again and again until he was successful because that’s the kind of man he is.”

She turned around and leaned into Trap, her head on his chest as if for comfort, her slender arms around his neck. The fixture above spilled light over her, turning her hair a gleaming black and revealing the red hourglass that sometimes showed in the thick strands of silk. She looked very small next to Trap, and when he locked his arms around her, he looked very protective.

Malichai closed his eyes against that terrible truth. Whitney had most likely done exactly that to some little girl in order to perfect his miracle of regeneration for his GhostWalker teams. For his soldiers. For those he deemed worthy of his miracles. If others benefited, he didn’t mind, but he really did it for them. The ones he made suffer in order to perfect it didn’t matter. They should be grateful they had given so much toward science and in service of their country. Not only did he believe that, but he raised the girls to think that way. To him they were worth nothing but what he used them for—his experiments.



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