“It’s not.” The hand on his chest moved slightly. “As I said, you’ve changed.”
She pulled back from him completely and lifted one of his arms, showing him. Maverick’s vision focused on it, his eyes running over the big beefy muscles that he’d dreamt of having since he was a kid.
He reached out and grabbed his forearm with his other hand, flexing his muscles and feeling the thick veins underneath.
What the …
Vaguely, he recalled Nick saying something about a clause in the contract. Alast resort,as he’d called it, stating something along the lines that if his life was on the line, the agent and/or agency had full legal rights to administering the shifter serum to him.
Is this what Nick had been talking about?
He flexed his hand, watching the digits twice the size of what he remembered.
“Damn” was all he could think to say.
Pilar remained quiet next to him.
“I can’t believe this. Is that why I’m sore?”
“Most likely.”
“Am I muscled like this everywhere?”
“Yes.”
He turned his head to look at her.
“So … I’m a shifter now.”
She nodded, her lips pressing together in a thin line.
“What kind?”
“I’m not sure.”
He looked back to his hand and arm, squeezing himself again.
“Damn, that’s crazy. I never thought I’d become a shifter.” He smiled to himself. “You guys really are strong with all this muscle on you.”
Pilar didn’t answer him.
He nudged her. “Right?”
She nodded silently.
It made him sad to see her looking so upset. Did she feel guilty for having to turn him? It wasn’t like she had a choice. It was either do that or let him die.
“Pilar, come here.”
She shook her head at him.
He chuckled softly, lifting himself again. He cupped her face and pulled her down to rest her forehead against his. He breathed her in, a beautiful combination that he’d never sensed from her before. Was it because he was now a shifter, or had she always smelled this intoxicating?
“Why are you so upset? I promise you I’m not in any pain. I’m just sore.”
“I feel bad …”
“Don’t. You said I’m healthy, right? The poison is gone?”