Book Seven: Chapter 182

He didn’t know what to think or say, not for several moments. Cyrus cleared his throat and then tucked the dog tag back into her shirt.

“Let’s put that back where it’s safe,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s very special, and we don’t want to lose it, now, do we?”

Grace shook her head, her eyes wide. No, the thought of losing such a treasure was simply horrible, more horrible than the situation she found herself in, or so Cyrus gathered, anyway. He had never been around kids.

Clearing his throat, Cyrus took the vials of blood and set them on the ground. He used the cleaning wipe from the MRE to wipe some sauce off of Grace’s chin, then picked up the vials and the remainder of the food packet. When he stepped out of the cell, he handed the vials over to Laurel.

“Priority testing on those to figure out what she is,” he said. He turned to one of the SoS guards and handed him the MRE packet. “See if the boy wants any of the food in there. We don’t want our gues