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This guy…sold babies for cold hard cash. While doing socialexperimentson others. Zoey’s blood chilled as what this manwassank in.
He was the answer she had been searching for. Thewhyand thehowof everything.
Her very existence.
She’d just found the asshole who had helped her mother.
Whokneweverything Zoey had been searching for. Who knew…where they all were. Every last sibling she had.
"My mother's name was Denise. She died five years ago."
"No. That it was not. Her name wasDenita. Denise was a play on the nickname I had given her so long ago. Deni was the love of my life. And you were all… Deni’s children. She gave several of youmymiddle name as your last. To honor me, of course. Deni was my soul. I’d tell her that, you know. When we were being together. And she was extraordinary.” He wiped his eyes, as if he was tearing up. That…terrified her. He felt emotion, all right. For a dead woman.
“Answer my questions now, young lady. Have you had sexual intercourse within the last twenty-four hours? I do assume you are sexually active, considering Sheriff Lake's presence in your home this morning, reported by my contractors. And he appears to be a rather animalistic young man. Perhaps a higher percentage of Denisovan DNA has made its way into his bloodlines.” He sniffed derisively. As if Murdoch waslessthan he was.
She wanted to kick the bastard. “If it has, Ilikeit. He’s a thousand times the man you will ever be.”
“Studies haven’t proven whether that type of caveman DNA impacts us now, but…I’m certain it does. How can it not? Some men should not be allowed to reproduce, but he does look strong, fit, healthy. His brother Anthony is quite intelligent, a very talented physician. No. Sheriff Lake wouldn’t have kept his hands off you last night. I certainly couldn’t have, if I had been in his place. Did you use proper birth control, at least? Are you on the pill, an IUD, or something else? I am hoping you are not on anything that would need removed. That would delay my plans. I do hope you used condoms. We cannot afford an unplanned pregnancy now. Not with you needing to be prepared to donate. I almost took Paige instead, last week. When our paths crossed so surreptitiously there at the hospital where she was visiting her brother, but considering she is carrying a fetus now, that was not possible. It would have delayed my experiment for several weeks."
The guy wasn't just off his rocker, he was flat out insane. Evil. "My sex life is none of your damned business."
He reached out and casually slapped her. Right across her cheek. "Do not sass me, young lady. It will not be allowed."
"You can go screw the nearest electrical outlet, asshole." Just one more good pull, and she would be free. But with him looming over her, and the lingering effects of whatever he’d given her—Zoey couldn’t risk it.
She’d only have one real shot at getting away.
"You are actingnothinglike your mother. She never would have used those words!" Apparently, she'd disappointed him with that. Too damned bad. "You will behave! You will act like your mother, young lady! Or you will be punished severely."
"The mother who abandoned me to foster care thirty years ago? The mother who sold my brothers and sisters? Who letyouplay with our lives like this? Let you experimentonus? Who abused Simon and Luc and Paige? Who left Penelope outside in forty degree weather when she was critically ill? Why should I give a flying rat's ass about my mother, you sick old freak? When she didn't care about any of us? Tell me that! Why should I ever care about her at all?"
He slapped her again.
Hard.
Zoey's cheek burned. She almost thought he'd broken her cheek bone. Ok, maybe making him angry hadn't been the smartest move.
“You have Gregory Simon?Where is my son?”
Zoey just smirked. She wasn’t giving him anything. She for damned sure wasn’t telling him where her baby brother was right now.
She was about to yank her arm free when footsteps came up behind him. He turned.
Zoey froze. One old man—she could get away from. But if there were others involved in this experiment of his, that could have just complicated everything. For Zoey—and whichever of her sisters they had here now.
"What are you doing back so soon?" He almost shouted at someone she couldn't see.
"Brought you a few presents. They are outside in my van,” a man’s voice said. Younger, firmer. Stronger. Less cultured. Zoey’s terror ratcheted up another level.
"You acquired the surrogate I requested so quickly? Excellent."
Zoey's throat almost closed. Asurrogate? She was the donor. A surrogate to carry the baby was next on his evil plan. His experiment.
That little girl had spoken of the experiment.
"About that. Had a bit of trouble. You'll see for yourself. Your little program will be just like you want it, though. I did get you a precious genius to carry your golden babies. As many as you want. Just…not the exact surrogate you wanted."
“What? Did you screw up again?” Then he was gone.
