happen in one night; I should know. “Is Sebastian still acting up?”
“The big boy? Donavan’s tried to talk to him, see if he can get a response out of him like you said you could.”
“How’s it going?” I asked, as I sat up slowly, the room spinning slightly.
She shook her head, her earrings catching the light and throwing rainbow prisms around the room. “Not as well as he’d hoped, not as bad as he thought.”
“That’s enough now Lucy.” Donavan stepped into the room and Lucy swallowed hard, her face blanching. What was it about him that kept people here helping? It couldn’t just be the cause for the greater good, could it?
Donavan sat down in front of me, his eyes twitching, muscles in his face spasming. “Your Sebastian wouldn’t talk to me, but last night when I said your name he calmed right down and stopped the rioting. Fascinating, really, very unusual for the species to behave in such a manner.”
“I don’t know if your Sebastian made it through the night.” He lifted an eyebrow, watching my reaction as one would inspect a strange insect, a morbid mixture of curiosity and revulsion.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, letting it out slowly. I would not believe that Sebastian was gone until I saw the body myself; until then I chose to believe he was alive and well. Lucy came to stand over me, a tube in her hand. “I’m going to put some gel on you and then we can take a look at the baby.”
Donavan held up his hand. “No. If you want to see your baby and make sure it’s alright then you must go down and bring in your pet. I want to run tests on him and the sedative darts haven’t worked. If he’s dead, then call in the other big male, he seemed taken with you as well.”
My stomach rolled at the thought of Sebastian being dead, the possibility higher than ever before with the matched size and strength of the other male. I licked my lips and nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Donavan continued to smile and nodded as if he expected nothing else. Lucy let out an audible sigh of relief and I stared at her. What was her game in this anyway?
The two of them guided me out to the front door and all but shoved me forward.
“If you can’t bring him in I will have him shot. If you try to run, I will have him shot. If you think to call your friends . . .”
“I get it,” I said. “You’ll shoot him. No need to spell it out Einstein.”
Donavan laughed as if I’d hit the punch line in a joke. “No, no. I won’t shoot him for that, your friends are all dead so there will be no need to try and call them. You are quite the tart aren’t you?” He laughed as he shut the door, locking it behind me.
I started out across the tiled courtyard to the front gate, limping ever so slightly, the spot where the dart had stuck me throbbing in time with my blood pumping.
“Sebastian,” I called out, my voice echoing down and out over the water, the ships moored there bobbing along with the gentle roll of the waves. It was peaceful considering how short a time ago it had been a freaking war zone.
I made it all the way to the fence without any movement. I called out again and waited. Nothing. My heart began to pound. What if he’d left me here, believing me safe, believing me better off without him? I didn’t think I could go through that again.
“Sebastian!” I screamed, my fear giving me more decibels than normal.
I limped up along the fence line towards the bluffs Burns and I had stood on. I kept calling for Sebastian and still there was no response. As a last resort I let out a whistle.
There was a shift in the bushes at the base of the cliffs and my hopes rose. Scout pulled himself out of the shrubs and literally crawled to the fence. I crouched down and put my hands through, touching his face. It was obvious he was hurt badly, his left leg at an odd angle and his body a mass of bruises. Through his right bicep was a gunshot wound that had crusted over.
“I’m so sorry,” I
“The big boy? Donavan’s tried to talk to him, see if he can get a response out of him like you said you could.”
“How’s it going?” I asked, as I sat up slowly, the room spinning slightly.
She shook her head, her earrings catching the light and throwing rainbow prisms around the room. “Not as well as he’d hoped, not as bad as he thought.”
“That’s enough now Lucy.” Donavan stepped into the room and Lucy swallowed hard, her face blanching. What was it about him that kept people here helping? It couldn’t just be the cause for the greater good, could it?
Donavan sat down in front of me, his eyes twitching, muscles in his face spasming. “Your Sebastian wouldn’t talk to me, but last night when I said your name he calmed right down and stopped the rioting. Fascinating, really, very unusual for the species to behave in such a manner.”
“I don’t know if your Sebastian made it through the night.” He lifted an eyebrow, watching my reaction as one would inspect a strange insect, a morbid mixture of curiosity and revulsion.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, letting it out slowly. I would not believe that Sebastian was gone until I saw the body myself; until then I chose to believe he was alive and well. Lucy came to stand over me, a tube in her hand. “I’m going to put some gel on you and then we can take a look at the baby.”
Donavan held up his hand. “No. If you want to see your baby and make sure it’s alright then you must go down and bring in your pet. I want to run tests on him and the sedative darts haven’t worked. If he’s dead, then call in the other big male, he seemed taken with you as well.”
My stomach rolled at the thought of Sebastian being dead, the possibility higher than ever before with the matched size and strength of the other male. I licked my lips and nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Donavan continued to smile and nodded as if he expected nothing else. Lucy let out an audible sigh of relief and I stared at her. What was her game in this anyway?
The two of them guided me out to the front door and all but shoved me forward.
“If you can’t bring him in I will have him shot. If you try to run, I will have him shot. If you think to call your friends . . .”
“I get it,” I said. “You’ll shoot him. No need to spell it out Einstein.”
Donavan laughed as if I’d hit the punch line in a joke. “No, no. I won’t shoot him for that, your friends are all dead so there will be no need to try and call them. You are quite the tart aren’t you?” He laughed as he shut the door, locking it behind me.
I started out across the tiled courtyard to the front gate, limping ever so slightly, the spot where the dart had stuck me throbbing in time with my blood pumping.
“Sebastian,” I called out, my voice echoing down and out over the water, the ships moored there bobbing along with the gentle roll of the waves. It was peaceful considering how short a time ago it had been a freaking war zone.
I made it all the way to the fence without any movement. I called out again and waited. Nothing. My heart began to pound. What if he’d left me here, believing me safe, believing me better off without him? I didn’t think I could go through that again.
“Sebastian!” I screamed, my fear giving me more decibels than normal.
I limped up along the fence line towards the bluffs Burns and I had stood on. I kept calling for Sebastian and still there was no response. As a last resort I let out a whistle.
There was a shift in the bushes at the base of the cliffs and my hopes rose. Scout pulled himself out of the shrubs and literally crawled to the fence. I crouched down and put my hands through, touching his face. It was obvious he was hurt badly, his left leg at an odd angle and his body a mass of bruises. Through his right bicep was a gunshot wound that had crusted over.
“I’m so sorry,” I
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