Chapter 89

• “My dear, I fear I have said too much and inadvertently made your hope of release a less plausible outcome. You must forget what I said, especially about Luna Santo. It’s in your best interest that we never had this conversation, and you do not repeat to anyone that we did.” There’s serious concern etched into his face that deepens the lines around his eyes, and he locks a direct gaze right on my eyes, a hint of warning in his tone. He’s closing down our line of communication because he thinks what he’s telling me puts me in danger. An indication that I was right about his character and him being the weak link in this facility. He’s a decent man who cares, and I need to show him I’m already screwed so he doesn’t lock me out.
• “I imprinted on Colton, and Juan forbade it. We’re fated, but he forced him to mark another for the pack's sake. I’m not getting set free. I’m probably going to end up like her, or worse. I’m a reject of the pack, a diluted bloodline that brings shame to his people, and the only reason he’s coming here is to be done with me once and for all. Nothing you say makes a difference to what he’s going to do to me. I’m not getting out.” It’s a harsh, hurried whisper, and I fall silent as I catch a glimpse over his shoulder of his assistant coming out of Sierra’s room. Nodding her way to alert him, he seems completely dazed. Stiff and still and staring at me intensely.
• “I’m done. I’ll go up to the lab and run the new bloods they sent us from the south, Doctor.” She calls to him from the hallway across the bay, and without looking back at her, he waves a hand dismissively, eyes locked on me most alarmingly. She takes that as an answer, nods, and walks off towards the elevator briskly to head back upstairs. The air in this room is suddenly heavy with tension.