Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Elias Tower

Chapter 68 Elias Tower

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The catch was that he had already sent Lucian the bill, and Lucian still hadn’t written back after a quarter of an hour. He was probably tied up on a mission.

Better to scrape the room-and-board money out first and deal with the rest later.

The day was sweltering, and the air-conditioning in the medical van hadn’t fully kicked in yet, but a chilly draft was already aimed straight at Sylas.

His glasses fogged over in a heartbeat.

Sylas took the glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You spent it all? On what? Last I checked, you were single.”

Honestly, who could turn down a juicy bit of gossip on the morning commute?

Gillian’s earnest gaze made Sylas’ palms tighten.

Sylas wiped the lenses, slid the glasses back on, and recovered his usual cool composure.

He answered in a low voice, “Bought medicine.”

“Medicine?”

Gillian hadn’t expected medicine, of all things. Sylas looked perfectly healthy, pretty as a picture. What kind of medicine could he possibly need?

Wait, that didn’t quite add up.

Why would Sylas need to explain to her, of all people, what kind of medicine he was buying?

“Ma’am, just tell me, are you lending the money or not?”

Watching Sylas hedge and stammer like he had something shady going on, Gillian let a slow smile spread across her face.

“Captain Moore, I get it.”

She had the picture now. Sylas was a snake beastman.

Still young, and without a partner.

Most likely he was slipping down to the busiest streets of Wasteland to look for a little company.

“Following your heart is one thing, but take care of yourself out there.”

Sylas had the distinct sense that something in what Gillian just said was off.

He just couldn’t put his finger on what.

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“Ma’am, you and the commander put Tris in this state, so you share the responsibility. Tris is going to need `at least two doses of healing alloy, and you’re paying for the second one.”

Gillian gave a noncommittal sound.

Tristan, lying inside the metal box, had gone completely limp. Had he been out cold this whole time and still hadn’t come around?

Gillian pinched Tristan’s groggy little neck between two fingers and propped him up against the side of the box.

But Tristan couldn’t hold himself upright. He flopped right back down.

Sylas’ hard brake earlier had only made things worse for whatever brain function Tristan had left.

“Fine, fine. I’ll cover it.”

Gillian remembered what Mabel had just told her-keep Tristan alive.

“I’ll pay for the other dose too. I did kick him a couple of times, after all.”

Gillian, still cradling the metal box, swiped her wrist terminal across the medical panel behind her seat.

With a soft click, the passenger seat swiveled around to open onto the medical bed in the back.

She stepped over the partition between the seats and carried the metal box toward the rear.

“Where are you taking him?”

“To treatment. After that slam of yours, he’s about to keel over.”

“Sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“He’s knocked out. Save the apology for when he wakes up.”

Gillian fished Tristan out of the metal box, laid him on the medical bed, paid the fee, and unlocked the healing alloy from the supply case.

Sylas silently turned back to the road and started the van again, driving much more carefully this time. Once Gillian had the healing alloy in hand, she tucked it into her wrist-terminal storage.

Then she dug two used healing alloys out of the disposal box beside her.

She squeezed the last minute of charge out of them with surgical precision and pulled out the taint needles still embedded in the surface.

Her fingers rubbed Tristan’s head twice.

She knocked him fully unconscious.

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A wash of white psionic power flowed from her palm and worked along Tristan’s head, slowly dissolving the clot inside.

Tristan, who had been groaning miserably moments before, fell quiet.

Only then did Sylas let himself breathe.

Once Gillian saw the clot had mostly dissolved, she pressed the alloy directly against Tristan’s head.

She set the timer, then decided not to head back up front. If she was going to put on a show, she might as well stay beside him to sell it.

Small windows lined both sides of the medical van.

Gillian watched the van crawl through Sections C, D, and E. Compared to his earlier speed, Sylas was driving almost too carefully now.

Just then, a tall, golden disc-shaped tower rose into view through the window.

It was Elias Tower.

Something in her chest tightened all at once.

“Sylas, who lives in that golden building?”

“Mostly retired legion beastmen. The ones who can’t live on their own anymore. They all end up there.”

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