บททั้งหมดของ Bad Medicine: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

For a long, terrible second, Sienna couldn’t breathe. The bunker was silent except for the soft hum of the flashlight, casting a trembling halo over Jax’s face.Only—it wasn’t his face anymore.He stood too still. Too controlled. Every motion precise, mechanical. Even his voice, when it came, was disturbingly calm.“You shouldn’t have come after him,” the thing said, wearing Jax’s skin. “Now I have everything I need.”Sienna backed up, heart pounding so hard she could barely think. “Madox, if you can hear me—if there’s even one piece of you left—let him go!”The blue in Jax’s veins flared brighter. His eyes glowed faintly, cold and unnatural. “Madox is gone,” it said. “And soon, so will Jax Mercer.”The way it said his name—like a possession, not a person—made her blood run cold.But Sienna forced herself to move closer, slow and deliberate, keeping her voice low. “You don’t want to destroy him. That’s not survival—it’s erasure. You’re not saving yourself. You’re killing everything yo

The security light kept pulsing red, every flash painting Jax’s face in blood tones. The sound of static from the monitor filled the bunker, sharp and distorted.Sienna’s breath came short and fast.That voice—she’d know it anywhere.Her father’s voice.But he was dead.“Jax,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Tell me that’s a recording. Tell me it’s not live.”He stood slowly, shoulders squared, the faint gold still glinting under his skin. “I wish I could.”“Doctor Blake.” The voice crackled again, calmer this time. Too calm. “If you can hear this, please open the door. We need to talk.”Sienna swallowed hard. “We can’t open it.”Jax’s gaze moved to her, then to the door. His instincts screamed at him to move, to protect. “If they found this place, they’ll breach it anyway.”She turned on him sharply. “So what? You want to let them in? My father faked his death, experimented on you—on people—and now you want to have a chat?”He didn’t answer right away. His jaw cle

For a moment, Sienna couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe.The faint, golden shimmer beneath her skin pulsed once… twice… in sync with Jax’s heartbeat. She didn’t need a monitor or lab to tell her. She could feel it.Her pulse wasn’t hers anymore.“Tell me I’m seeing things,” she whispered, staring at her trembling hands. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”Jax sat up slowly, wincing, his breathing uneven. “Sienna…” He ran a shaking hand through his hair, streaked with blood and dust. “It’s real. The serum—it was coded to my DNA. You mixed it with your own blood when you injected me.”Her stomach flipped. “I was trying to save you.”“You did.” He looked at her then, eyes gray and stormy again, but shadowed with fear. “But now… whatever’s inside me is inside you too.”Sienna stumbled to her feet, clutching the edge of the broken lab table. “There has to be a way to separate it. A reversal, an inhibitor—something.”Jax pushed himself up, his hand landing on her shou

For a moment, neither of them moved.Sienna stared at Jax, heart pounding, the air thick between them. He stood there—chest heaving, eyes too bright, too shaken—and she could feel him before he even said a word.Not through his touch.Through the link.Sienna?Her breath caught. She didn’t hear it with her ears—it vibrated inside her mind, low and steady like a heartbeat.“Did you just—”Yeah, he thought. Then out loud, his voice came rough, disbelieving. “It’s real. I can hear you.”Her pulse stuttered. “No. No, that’s impossible.”So is glowing veins, sweetheart.She jerked her head up. “Don’t call me sweetheart right now,” she blurted, but the flicker of amusement in his eyes told her he’d heard both versions—the one in her head and the one that slipped out loud.Jax scrubbed a hand down his face, pacing. “This can’t be happening. You said the serum connected us, but this—”“This is different,” she said quietly. “It’s never done this before.”He looked at her sharply. “Before?”She

The fire died as quickly as it came, collapsing into a bed of glowing embers. Smoke curled upward, carrying the scent of scorched earth and pine. Sienna coughed, dragging herself upright, eyes wide with disbelief.“Did you see that?” she gasped.Jax was already standing, muscles tense, scanning the treeline. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I saw it.”Her father’s face. Smiling out of the flames.It wasn’t possible. But then again, everything about their lives lately had stopped playing by the rules of possible.Sienna clutched her arms around herself. “He’s supposed to be dead, Jax. I saw him die. I buried him.”Jax didn’t answer. He was still staring into the firepit like it might come back to life. Every flicker of light danced across his face, turning his eyes molten gold.“Say something,” she whispered.He turned toward her, finally. “I think he’s in me.”The words dropped between them like a thunderclap.Sienna blinked. “What?”He took a step closer. “When you broke the link. Whatever