Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Children’s Light

Chapter 153 Children’s Light

“Gillian, carve it out! Now!”

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Gillian’s golden psionic power sharpened into a surgical edge and sliced the rotting flesh free. The pain nearly knocked her off her feet.

Merrick had gone pale enough to frighten her. In the seconds it had taken, the gray liquid had already eaten further into her arm.

“I’m taking you to the med room.”

As Merrick spoke, Gillian poured a tight wrap of gold light around the cryogold box.

She shouted at Mabel, who’d come running at the noise. “Grandma, don’t touch this box! Just keep an eye

on it!”

“Gillian, what happened to you?”

Mabel wanted to follow after them, but Gillian’s order rang in her ears, and she didn’t dare move a step.

Merrick scooped Gillian up and rushed her to the second-floor med room, then laid her down on the bed and dug out the backup medical kit.

A heavy-duty anesthetic needle drove straight into her arm.

The bone-deep agony slowly receded, but Gillian looked like she’d been dragged out of a river, drenched through with sweat.

The medical scanner ran a sweep over the wound and came back with nothing, stuck on diagnosing.

Merrick was angry enough to smash the machine into pieces.

The rot on the back of Gillian’s hand spread fast, creeping visibly up toward her forearm.

“Cut it off, Merrick. Take the arm. Do it now!”

Merrick’s gaze had darkened with desperation, his reason and his feelings locked in a brutal tug-of-war. He kept his voice low and tried to steady her.

“Okay, Gillian. Even without the hand, don’t be scared. I’ll build you a metal arm, a pink one just for you!”

The next instant, her belly stirred to life. Elias and Asher pulsed out a soft, gentle warmth, and Gillian felt her whole abdomen go hot and easy.

The gray liquid that had been eating into her flesh slowly faded out of existence.

The tip of Merrick’s blade had already kissed her skin, and a spray of red welled up across the undamaged stretch of her arm.

Merrick raised the metal blade, about to take Gillian’s arm clean off, when a streak of golden light caught

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Chapter 153 Children’s Light

his wrist just in time.

“Merrick, wait. I think the babies are helping me.”

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Merrick saw that the rotted patch on Gillian’s arm had stopped spreading. The shift made him snap the blade back, his eyes locked hard on her wound.

Once he was sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him, he set the blade aside and pulled her in close, murmuring reassurance over and over.

“Gillian, hold on just a little longer.”

When the heat in her belly finally died down, the savage force in her arm had been drained clean by Elias

and Asher.

All that remained on Gillian’s arm was a patch of blackened, rotted flesh.

Thankfully, only a faint trace of the force lingered, and even that was being purified at a steady, slow pace through her own body.

Gillian was certain now. The crystal box held the purge in concentrated form.

If the purge she could conjure was a thin curl of mist, then what filled that box was the liquid form of the same thing.

A single drop had been enough to eat through her.

“Gillian, what’s going on with the babies? How could they absorb a force like that?”

The power that had just torn into her ran deeper than the taint itself, and yet Elias and Asher had broken it down without a problem.

Joy and shock tangled together in Merrick’s chest. Elias and Asher were nothing like ordinary children.

Merrick rested his hand on Gillian’s belly.

His gaze settled on her, deep and searching, as if he could look right through to her thoughts.

“Merrick…”

Hesitation flickered across Gillian’s pale face. Soaked through with cold sweat, her features tugged at the heart in a way that hurt to look at.

Merrick could tell she was hiding something from him.

He didn’t push her on it. He drew her into his chest instead and patted her back in slow, steady strokes.

“Don’t be scared, Gillian. I’ve got you.”

Sinking into Merrick’s embrace, Gillian felt her vision blur for a moment, and the steady pine-resin scent of him eased her wired-tight nerves.

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