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I’m not crying.Another sniffle.You shouldn’t have come. Why? Why did you come?
The words were on the tip of his tongue. For once, he was grateful for the vampire’s raging inferno, which hid his true feelings. Not yet. He wanted to be able to see her, have her see him, when he confessed.
You’re my mate.
Even if I’m your enemy?
You’re still my mate.He hesitated, then told her the truth.I knew.
You knew what?
I knew you worked for the Organization. Alistair told me. He said to pick you for the position. He knew you were my mate.
A strangled laugh from her.If I wasn’t so terrified of him, I’d punch him in the face.
You’re not the only one.
The door to his room opened, and in strode a Hunter. At the human’s scent, his vampire strained against its leash. His vision reddened, a snarl leaving his lips.
Food. Hungry.
A jolt of agony ran through his shoulder.
“Back the fuck off!” A second Hunter by the door, shot him with a crossbow.
Julian? What is it?Leah’s panicked words anchored him. He stopped breathing.
Tell me, how did you end up in the Organization?Julian gritted his teeth as the Hunter switched out the IV bag, the man’s wary gaze locked on him. If he didn’t feed soon, even Leah’s presence wouldn’t stop him.
You want to know about that now?
No better time than the present. I need a distraction.
Her deflated sigh whispered over him, a refreshing breeze in the darkness.
Like I said, I grew up in Chicago. Everything I told you earlier was true. After Mom left, I got food at school, but when no one paid our bill, our landlord kicked me out.Dark rage rose within Julian at a man who would kick out a little girl. She must’ve felt it because she rushed on.It’s not his fault. He had to make a living too. I was just another homeless kid.
Anyway, I lived on the streets until my teachers realized I had nowhere to go and called a social worker. They put me in the foster care system. One day, a couple came to adopt me. I was so happy until…
Until you found out it’s the Organization?
Yeah, they have connections within the foster care system. It’s one way they recruit.
Did you try to tell someone?
What was the point?A mental shrug.At that time, I felt the Compound was better than jumping from one foster family to another.
This Compound, where is it?
She hesitated.
You’re still protecting them?
Not the Organization, but the Compound is mostly kids. I don’t want to hurt them.
His insides warmed. Her concern for others, her willingness to sacrifice herself, was part of what he loved about her. Softening his tone, he said,I understand, but they might have a better life than dying for people who brainwash them?
I know, but where would they go? Besides, the Organization won’t let them go. We can’t just walk out the door whenever we want. Trust me, I’ve tried. They own us.
