The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4) by Kurtis Eckstein (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📗

It wasn’t until we were back on the interstate, with the bags of fast-food having been sitting in the passenger’s seat for a good ten minutes, filling the interior with its intoxicating scent, that Winter finally roused.

Or rather, she went from sound asleep to her pale green eyes popping open almost in alarm. She immediately sat up, looking around for a second before she focused on me staring at her with a half-eaten burger in my hand.

When her gaze abruptly shifted to it, obvious hunger sparking in her eyes, I gestured to the seat next to me. Her eyes widened in surprise, followed immediately by her looking emotional for half a second, before she reached forward to lift the bags in one hand and gracefully climbed back into the front seat, placing them back on her lap.

Again, I had a face full of her tight ass, and it was nearly impossible to not react to it. And shit, was she wearing latex panties?! Shit, she was! I saw her panties peeking out! I could only imagine it must be just in case I used my newly obtained pyrogenesis, but damn! She was wearing her fireproof underwear!

Except for me, I didn’t think about it primarily as being ‘fireproof.’ I thought about it as something hot and sexy. The fact that it was fireproof was a completely ancillary feature to an otherwise seductive, enticing, sensual article of clothing.

Dammit, Sam, pull it together!

As I tried to think more analytically about it, I realized that one of the reason latex panties were impractical for most women was because it didn’t let the skin breathe, resulting in them getting very sweaty in places they’d prefer not to be. However, the fact that I’d never seen Winter break a sweat, despite the fact that she had fur, made me wonder if it took more for her body to react to the heat.

At the very least, she didn’t seem uncomfortable…

And I probably shouldn’t be focusing on it, when she could hear every perverted thought that popped into my head.

Thankfully, Winter ignored my thoughts.

“How far away are we?” she wondered, completely composed, unwrapping one of her meals.

It probably wasn’t the first time someone had thought vulgar things around her, about her – far from it.

I cleared my throat. “GPS says fifteen minutes.”

She nodded, taking her first bite.

I knew she’d be pressed for time to finish all that food before we arrived, so I just let her eat, instead of trying to socialize. Granted, it was only just a little after four o’clock, so we’d still have plenty of time to scope out the hospital even if she needed to take another five or ten minutes to finish after parking.

But I also suspected she probably wouldn’t want to do that, so I kept my mouth shut.

She paused the moment I thought that, quickly swallowing. “Thank you.” She hesitated. “And thank you for the food too.” She then resumed eating.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Figuring I’d check in on everyone back home, I sent them a message, only to get a response from Lily about how she’d completely forgotten about her surgery coming up on Monday. Shit, I’d kind of forgotten too, since it was Freya who got her scheduled. Usually I probably would have asked what day it was, now that it was closer to the date, but so much had been going on that it slipped my mind.

But now that I was thinking about it, I wondered how that would work with her being a regenerator now. Obviously, she’d heal right away, but healing too quickly could be problematic for something like implant surgery. Or any surgery for that matter.

When we pulled off the interstate and took a few city roads, toward the north side, I finally took over the driving again, since the hospital was now in sight. Grandview Memorial wasn’t downtown like I assumed it would be, instead being on the outskirts, appearing to have been built in the last fifty years or so. Which was saying something. Hospitals built that recently were pretty wealthy looking, as if they were the upper class of medical centers, even though they still treated everyone – all people, from the most well-off, to the homeless.

But damn, this place was seriously nice.

Bright white walls on the outside, lush green lawns, large trees, and elaborate landscaping, along with roads made of those dark hard-plastic tiles that doubled as solar panels. Following the signs for the parking garages, since I figured we’d be here for a while, I made my way around the side of the behemoth building.

Once we were in the garage, with me driving slowly as I searched for a spot, Winter angled in her seat more toward me.

“I’m going to need your help,” she said bluntly.

“Okay,” I agreed. “What do you need me to do?”

She paused. “There are a lot of people here. A lot of minds to scope out.”

I slid into a space, and then gave her my full attention.

“Okay,” I said again, waiting for her to continue.

“I will begin from right here. But once we are walking, I need you to hold onto me.”

My eyes widened slightly. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Like, wrap your arm around me so I don’t have to focus so much on where I’m going.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I can do that,” I repeated.

“I might want to sit down, or otherwise stop somewhere to focus on someone in particular.” She paused again. “And I might also pretend like I have a really bad headache when I really need to concentrate.” Another pause. “I don’t have a headache, so don’t worry about me. It’s just an act.”

Now I was a little skeptical. “Are you being honest?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “My ability doesn’t give me a headache, no matter how much I use it. But, especially because of my appearance, people seem to perceive it as normal when I stop and look like I have a migraine.”

“Because