Why don't we kill her?"
Taya listened to the strange men's conversation, widening her eyes in disbelief.
If she guessed correctly, this man had saved her. But if he had saved her, why did he want to kill her after she woke up?
She was confused, but she had just woken up from a coma and couldn't make a sound. She could only look at them with her eyes open.
Even though she was staring right at them, they didn't care. They just continued on talking about if they should kill her.
For some reason, the more they wanted to kill her, the more she wanted to live.
She tried her best to open her mouth, but she could only make a hoarse sound.
When the man heard this voice, he waved at George in disgust. "Kill her. I'm not going to be bound to Rosalie's stupid decision. And no one has come looking for her, so they clearly haven't figured it out."
Figured what out? She thought.
George turned around and went out. Was he going to get something to kill her?
Taya felt that she could be saved, didn't feel as weak as she had before, so she desperately screamed at the man a few more times.
The man raised his hand to cover her mouth.
He pressed his body down and placed his index finger on his lips, gesturing for her to shut up. His eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about her at all and that he was just looking at an unfamiliar object.
Something inside of her…moved…when he touched her.
It was the oddest feeling, and she had no idea what it was. It felt as if something inside of her was trying to get out, and it was a feeling she'd never before experienced.
It's your wolf, something in her head said.
My wolf?
Taya blinked, then blinked again, trying to process what was happening in her body and in her head.
This all was completely foreign to her.
How had this even happened?
She could vaguely remember something with a woman and a knife in the hospital, but it was all so very fuzzy, so very far away.
Had the woman…said she was Taya's sister?
Wait, had she tried to turn Taya?
Taya's heart started racing, and she moved to sit up in bed, panicked by the memories and realizations flooding in.
"Ah, I see some puzzle pieces are starting to click," the strange man said.
His gaze slowly roved over her body, his expression was filled with something that looked like…affection?
After staring at her for a long time, he said to George, who had come back in with a vial of some clear liquid and a syringe. "I was just kidding. You take things too seriously."
George looked just as confused as Taya felt.
The sound of George grinding his teeth was somehow audible to Taya, and he put down the medicine and needle, turned around, and stomped out angrily.
After the man sat down on the single sofa by the bed, he said to Taya, "Since you've woken up, you can take her place."
Taya didn't know who he was talking about. She blinked at him confused, hoping that he would explain.
But he didn't.
He simply picked up something he had just placed by the bed, then reached out with one hand and raised her head.
Just when she didn't know what he was going to do, a buzzing sound came from above her, then the feel of something moving across her scalp.
Was this man shaving her hair? But, why?
The man seemed to have noticed the shock in her eyes. "The nurse said that your hair was too long, and it was troublesome to wash it. Shaving it saves us a lot of trouble."
Then she noticed that there were no ma*five chunks of hair coming off her head as he shaved; she had been bald before she woke up.
Emotions that were a cross between grief and anger washed over her, and a jolt shot through her body.
How dare they?
She glared at the man in front of her, who was still shaving her head, and wished she could kill him with her eyes.
However, the man ignored her.
After finished, he took a mirror and held it in front of her face.
"See? It's not so bad."
When Taya saw herself in the mirror, she didn't recognize the woman staring back at her.
She reached up, grabbed the mirror from him, and threw it across the room, shattering it.
Seeing her reaction, the man suddenly smiled as if he had found a fun toy.
He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at her with a smirk on his face. "Why, Ms. Palmer, you're quite interesting."
How did he know her name? She had no idea who he was.
The man leaned over slightly and stared at Taya's face with his deep black eyes.
"Remember my name. My name is…" He paused for a moment as if drawing out the anticipation. "Amon Yardley."