Текст книги "True"
Автор книги: Laurann Dohner
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Chapter Twelve
Jeanie wished for a blow dryer but True had arched his eyebrows at her when she’d questioned if he owned one.
“I’ll take that for a no.”
“It’s bad for hair.”
She wasn’t about to argue with him. There was no way she could tactfully point out that she didn’t believe that was factual. At least not without him mentioning that he wasn’t fully human or her using the argument that she’d had a dog as a child and had used a blow dryer on him. It might be a touchy subject she didn’t want to broach. She just used a towel to vigorously rub the wet strands.
The bags they’d brought from the supply store contained a bunch of T-shirts and some size-medium cotton leggings. She’d been given two white exercise bras. They were stretch material designed to accommodate various breast shapes. The only dress that had been included made her gape as she pulled it out.
“I like that. Wear it.”
Jeanie frowned. “It’s got bright purple and pink flowers all over it. I think a satellite from space could spot me in this, True.” She thought it was dreadful. It reminded her of something found in a Hawaiian tourist trap that someone with poor eyesight might buy.
“It’s easier to take off when we return.”
“Yeah.” She dropped it on his bed. “I know I wouldn’t want to wear it for long. That’s for sure.”
He grinned. “Wear it.”
“I think I’ll go with one of the gray shirts and the black pants.” She searched the bags but still didn’t find what she was looking for. “That guy didn’t pack me any panties.”
“Most males don’t wear lower undergarments. He probably didn’t give it a thought. I like you without them.”
She grinned. “Less to take off later?”
“Exactly.” He glanced at his watch. “You must hurry. We don’t want to be late.”
“You’re the one who insisted that we eat and take separate showers.”
“You’re still healing, Jeanie. You need to eat often and I knew I wouldn’t keep my hands off you if you showered with me.”
Warmth spread through her entire body, remembering the hours they’d spent in bed together and the way he’d left it to bring her food. He hadn’t understood that she couldn’t eat nearly as much as he could consume so they’d argued a little when she’d said she was full. He was sweet but she hadn’t underestimated his dominant personality.
“I feel surprisingly well and healed. I wanted to see you wet though.”
She loved the way he made sexy noises in response as his gaze lowered down her body when she dropped the towel to get dressed. No man had ever made her feel as wanted or as sexy as True could, just with his hungry stare. The intensity behind it made her feel special and highly desirable.
“We need their help to find the agent who used you.”
The sobering statement killed her teasing mood. It was easy to forget everything bad when she spent time with True. “Right.” It also reminded her of the times they’d been together in the presence of other Species. “I just don’t want you to get into another fight defending me.”
“These are Species from Drackwood. They know you, Jeanie. There won’t be any aggression.”
“I’m sure some of them don’t care how nice I was to them. They were locked up against their will and I was a part of that.”
True stepped forward to gently caress her cheek. “You were a part that made our captivity bearable. Don’t forget that. There is always that one spark that gives hope for better things when life is bad. You were that to us. Don’t ever deny how important that is.”
She stared up into his eyes, grateful for the kind words. “I won’t.”
His hand dropped away. “There’s no need to worry about being harmed by anyone we’re about to meet. I’d never allow that to happen.”
“Thank you.”
He scowled. “Don’t do that. I don’t want or need your thanks.”
“Okay. Why does that make you angry?”
“We’ll discuss this later. We must go. They will be waiting and I like to be prompt.”
She followed him out of the apartment. The guard was one she hadn’t seen before. He gave her a quick once-over before nodding at True. “Where are you taking her?”
“The library. We have a meeting.”
The New Species frowned. “No one informed me.”
True grabbed her hand and put his body between her and the other man. “She’s not a prisoner and I’m with her. I thought Jericho was on shift.”
“Darkness asked me to cover for him.”
Jeanie hoped she hadn’t hurt the primate enough that he wasn’t able to return to work. She opened her mouth to ask but didn’t, afraid it would only make things worse. True steered her in front of him and kept her away from the other New Species. The guard attempted to follow them into the elevator but True blocked him.
“Back off.”
“I should keep her within sight if she’s not inside your home.”
“She’s no danger to anyone,” True snarled.
The doors closed, leaving the guard on the other side. Jeanie studied True when he turned. “Maybe we shouldn’t leave your place. It’s totally understandable why they are suspicious.”
“My word is all that should matter and I vouch for you.”
She swallowed the urge to thank him yet again for having faith in her. It didn’t seem fair that he’d have to deal with so much animosity on her behalf. All the sacrifices she’d made had been her choice. She could have walked away once Drackwood had been taken down but the thought of not helping more New Species when Agent Brice had told her about Cornas had been a no-brainer. Someone needed to save them and she was in a position to do it.
She’d even considered the possibility of the backlash if her role was ever publicly exposed. Some people hated the New Species, forming organizations in protest of them being given human rights and some churches had even stated they were abominations. She’d been willing to withstand their biased, bigoted judgment if it came down to it but it had never entered her mind that the people she loved would have to pay as well. True shouldn’t have to defend her, yet he was. Her family would probably suffer the same fate, be targeted due to her actions.
“What are you thinking about?” True touched her shoulder, drawing her from her thoughts. “You look so sad.”
She looked up and then just stepped forward and hugged him. “It doesn’t matter.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. “It does.”
She wiggled out of his hold as the elevator doors slid open. “It’s just been a long day. I’m fine.”
“I don’t like seeing that look on your face and you will tell me what put it there. We’ll talk more about this later, at home.” He closely studied her.
“Deal.” She hoped he’d forget and let the matter drop. She already felt guilty enough for all he’d done and didn’t want to burden him with her emotional turmoil.
He took her hand and led her to the large library. Shelves full of books stood floor to ceiling. A beautiful gray-stone fireplace took up the back wall and a long conference table with plush chairs took up the space in the center of the room. New Species stood as they entered and Jeanie stopped walking, staring at familiar faces she never thought she’d see again. The smile came instantly despite her insecurity that they might not be as happy to see her as she was them.
“You all look so great,” she blurted. Her gaze stayed on one woman in particular and she unconsciously took a step toward her.
“Stay at my side.” True tugged her back.
“She’s safe here,” a male stated harshly before his tone softened. “It’s good to see you, Shiver. We’ll have to let you learn our new names. I go by Jinx now.”
Jeanie grinned at the tall, black-haired feline attached to that voice. “You’re still accident prone?”
The man laughed. “Not exactly. I picked the name for other reasons.”
She glanced down at his hand, resting on the back of a chair. “How is it?”
He released the plush material and flexed his fingers, turning his wrist until she could see his palm. A thick scar marred it, caused by a knife injury he’d once suffered when one of the guards tried to kill him in retaliation for something stupid. Jinx had grabbed the blade to prevent his throat from being slit.
“It works great.” He took a step closer. “You really gave that doctor hell by implying he was incompetent if he couldn’t repair the damage so I could move my fingers.”
A lump of emotion formed in her throat, making it impossible to speak. She swallowed hard.
“I overheard the staff planning to transfer me somewhere else since that doctor believed the loss of mobility to the hand would make it impossible for me to continue to be useful. It would be tough to improve hand-to-eye coordination with drugs if I didn’t have two working hands.”
Jeanie hadn’t known. “Where? Was it Cornas Research?”
“No. It was a death camp for our kind. One of the employees broke under interrogation and gave up the location.” A muscle in his jaw clenched and his dark-blue eyes narrowed with rage. “It was rigged to explode. All fourteen Species died before they could be reached.”
“Oh god,” she whispered, appalled.
“You saved my life.” Jinx focused his intense gaze on hers. “Now we’re going to do our best to save yours, Shiver.”
“Hello, Shiver,” a female announced.
Jeanie turned her head and smiled again. “You look great, 754. You let your hair grow. You’re so beautiful.” She realized she’d addressed her by number. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you that. What name did you take?”
“Luna.” She glanced at True. “May I hug her? There’s no need for you to take a protective stance and keep her at your side. Everyone here owes her thanks for some kindness she showed. Relax, True. She’s amongst friends. She saved me from being force mounted.”
The reminder of that incident made Jeanie wince. “It was total luck for us both that he was so busy making threats that he didn’t hear that door open.”
True growled. “What did you do?”
She noticed his angry expression and hoped it wasn’t caused by her actions. She had no regrets over what she’d done that day, or any day. She was always trying to stay one step ahead of the staff and figure out ways to trick or manipulate them into doing what was needed to help the New Species. “I opened the door to check on her and saw him standing next to her bed, going on about what he planned to do to her as he was removing his belt. I used a bedpan and nailed him in the back of the head. He never saw me coming. He’d turned off the cameras in the room to make sure Security didn’t spot him but it also meant there was no proof that I’d been there. I made it look as if he’d slipped and struck his head on the edge of the table.”
Luna chuckled. “She hit the asshole so hard he needed fifteen stitches. She was pissed that he was going to hurt me. I learned new swear words from Shiver. She also finished opening his pants to make it clear to the staff what he’d planned to do to me. The doctors were furious when they came in and found him on the floor because he could have ruined what they had planned for me. I never saw him again.”
“You may touch her,” True decided, letting go of her hand.
Luna was a good eight inches taller than Jeanie as the other woman gave her a tight bear hug. A dull pain shot through her side from her healing injury and she groaned. Luna eased her hold instantly, jerked away, and frowned.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I forget how frail humans are.”
“No. It’s my side. It’s still a little tender.” She touched her shirt over the bandage. True had applied a fresh one after her shower.
Luna’s head snapped in True’s direction and she snarled. “You hurt her?”
“No,” Jeanie denied instantly and reached for the angry woman’s hand to draw her attention from him. “I was shot when your task force guys hit Cornas Research. That’s the place I went to after Drackwood.”
“The task force teams shot you?” Jinx gasped.
“No.” Jeanie shook her head. “It was one of the Cornas guards.”
Luna squeezed her hand in encouragement. “Have a seat and tell us everything. We need to know all the details of what your situation is so we can figure out how to help. You need to start at the beginning.”
Jeanie settled into a comfortable seat with True on one side of her and Luna on the other. The double doors to the library opened and Flirt stepped inside. True rose to his feet, his hands clawed.
“Easy.” Flirt sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be here because Darkness ordered me to stay away from her but be reasonable. We all want to help Shiver out of this mess. I apologize for crossing a line. I’ve come to be of assistance and the important part is we clear her so she won’t be charged with any crimes.”
“Thank you.” Jeanie held her breath, waiting to see what True would do. She didn’t want them to get into another fight.
His harsh expression softened and he took a seat. “Fine. Be of assistance but sit far away.”
Flirt took an empty seat at the end of the table. “What have I missed?”
“Jeanie is about to tell us about Agent Brice and how she believed she was working with the NSO to free our people.” True nodded at her. “Begin.”
Query quietly asked everyone to take a seat. Everyone did and the room grew silent. Jeanie glanced around at them and blew out a pent-up breath. It wasn’t going to be easy to go over all the details of working for the people who’d hurt them but it needed to be done. She just hoped they didn’t hate her by the time she finished giving them all the information.
She started by telling them how she’d gotten the job at Drackwood and then was assigned to the lower floors. “That’s when I first saw New Species there and realized what was really going on. Dean Polanitis gave me the tour himself and as soon as I saw one of you…” She relived the awful memory. “I think I gasped or he saw how horrified I was. He instantly pulled me out of the room to tell me what would happen to me and everyone else I cared about if I ever told anyone what they were doing or that you guys were down there. He made it clear they had no qualms about killing anyone who betrayed the company and the dire consequences of getting them busted. Some of the staff even came up to me that day to assure me that other employees had disappeared. I think he purposely asked them to talk to me to really make sure I understood the threat was real and that employees who’d lost his trust had been killed.”
“Yet she still took the risk of trying to get us help,” True stated. “Tell them what you did.”
She licked her lips, glancing at the familiar faces. It was a miracle to see how tanned and healthy some of them looked and it felt wonderful to know they thrived. “I bought a disposable phone with cash and—”
“That’s a cell phone you can buy at any store with minutes on it that can’t be traced to the owner by financial records or any other means,” Query stated.
A few of them nodded.
“Yeah. I bought one of those and used the Wi-Fi from a coffee shop to look up the New Species website.” She paused, glancing at Query to see if he wanted to explain anything else.
He smiled. “Wi-Fi is an internet signal that anyone can use if it isn’t password protected. A lot of human businesses offer it for free to their customers. It would have protected her identity if they traced the internet signal address.” He nodded. “Go on.”
“There was a phone number on the site but I didn’t know how long they’d keep me on hold and I hadn’t had enough cash to buy a lot of minutes for the phone. I chose to leave a message and even sent an email to give all the details about Drackwood. I left the number for the phone so they could contact me back. I told them I’d have to hide it so to just text me so we could set up a time to talk.” Jeanie liked it that True pressed his leg against hers under the table in a comforting gesture. “I was too afraid to take the phone home that first night so I hid it at a local park. That’s where I kept it. The next day I had a text and a direct phone number for Agent Terry Brice. I called and he set up a meeting. He flew to visit me right away and said I’d need to collect enough evidence to get a judge to grant a search warrant.”
“We don’t need those,” Jinx stated.
“I didn’t know that at the time.” She held his gaze. “Our law states that you have to show cause that something illegal is going on to obtain a search warrant. The judge issues the warrant—a paper that gives them the legal right to enter and search a property.”
“That’s true,” Luna agreed. “I study their laws in my spare time since I want to become the liaison who deals with handling the legal issues that arise between our world and hers.” She gave Jeanie a sympathetic smile. “Your laws don’t protect or help the victims but seem more focused on aiding the criminals.”
She shrugged. “There are some flaws. I won’t deny that.” She continued with the story, explaining what Agent Brice wanted her to get and how she managed to smuggle out evidence. “He texted me before Drackwood was raided to make sure I didn’t go to work the next morning. I called him back and we argued because I wanted to be there to help.”
Her gaze darted to Luna and Flirt. “You both were in severe danger because the drug cabinet was where you were being treated in the clinic. I was terrified the doctors might kill you before they tried to escape.”
“The doctors weren’t there yet when the NSO rescued us,” Luna informed her. “They were in a meeting.”
Jeanie’s hands trembled so she laced them together on top of the table. “Agent Brice said they were going to hit Drackwood hard and fast and the SWAT team might mistake me for a bad guy when the shit hit the fan. I didn’t care.” She stared into Luna’s eyes. “I was willing to risk it but he threatened to have me arrested if I left my apartment. He said he wasn’t going to allow me to blow the operation and they had agents watching the location so I’d never reach Drackwood without being stopped. It was a horrible situation. I wanted to be in the clinic when they came to make sure nobody got near either of you but he convinced me you’d die for sure if I did anything to tip off Drackwood of what was about to go down.”
Luna gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I understand and believe you. I know you’d risk your life for mine. That guard might not have been knocked unconscious. He was a big male and he might have done to you what he planned to do to me to gain revenge for striking him. They really were vicious when we fought back. You’re small enough for him to have killed with one blow from his baton but they never just hit once. You would have died if he’d gotten up.”
“You risked a lot.” True didn’t appear happy as he spoke. “You were lucky.”
She decided to change the subject quickly because she didn’t like the look in his eyes as he stared at her. She had a sinking feeling he planned to give her a little hell later for the danger she’d put herself in. “Agent Brice came to visit me right after Drackwood was taken down to tell me he had an informant in another location but she was too afraid to smuggle out evidence. He had a way to get me employed there so I agreed to go. There were New Species who needed help.”
“You were sent to the facility rigged with bombs?” Luna frowned.
“No,” Query answered for her. “She’s talking about Cornas Research.”
Jeanie went into more details about working at Cornas and finally paused. “I told Agent Brice I’d stay home the day of a raid. I even borrowed a neighbor’s car that morning to take to work in case the police were looking for me. I made it to Cornas and made sure they couldn’t gas the New Species.” She shared all the details right up until she woke at Homeland. “That’s when I found out Agent Brice really doesn’t work for the NSO and that he’d been using me all that time.”
“You left out an important detail.” True shot her a pointed stare.
She stared back him, clueless as to what he referred to. “I think I covered it all.”
“Tell them what happened to you at Drackwood and what you endured.”
She felt the blood drain from her face. “That’s irrelevant.”
“They should know all you’ve suffered trying to get us freed, Jeanie.” His stern expression brooked no argument. “Tell them what Polanitis did to you.”
She lowered her voice. “It’s not necessary.”
“It is.” True stood so fast his chair fell over, crashing to the floor with a bang. “Polanitis threatened to have me killed if Jeanie didn’t submit to taking breeding drugs.” He bent forward, flattening his hands on the surface of the table. “She agreed and I’m alive.” He slowly examined the male faces around the table. “I want to know if any of you mounted her while she was drugged since she wouldn’t remember. I’ll even allow you to live long enough to try to explain to me how any of you could hurt her that way.”
“Shit.” Query rose to his feet a lot slower, his gaze locked on True. “Are you serious?”
“Did you mount her? She was drugged and helpless. She retains no memory of it.”
“Fuck no!” He shook his head in denial. “I never touched her and you must be mistaken. They wouldn’t give that shit to a human.”
True snarled. “Don’t look at her that way. They did, and I want to know if any of you touched her.”
“Me too,” Luna spat, her tone harsh. “A male would have to have agreed to mount her without drugs in his system since she’s still with us. She wouldn’t have survived otherwise. I could barely withstand an out-of-control male in that state and that’s only because I was clear-headed enough not to struggle. The pain she would have endured from the breeding drug alone would have her thrashing around and that would have incited more rage aggression from him.” She looked around the table. “Which one of you agreed to mount her?”
No one spoke.
“Perhaps if you hadn’t stated that you were going to kill them,” Flirt quietly announced, “they might be more willing to confess.”
True’s upper lip lifted, showing his sharp canines. “I will allow them to apologize to her and explain why they’d hurt Jeanie before I use my bare hands to deal out justice. She was helpless. You know what that drug does and there is no given will. She didn’t agree to be mounted.”
“True, please,” Jeanie pleaded. “It doesn’t matter.”
He whipped his head down, his eyes wide. “It does. How can you say that?”
Tears filled her eyes as she rose to her feet. She rapidly blinked to clear her vision. Her legs wobbled but her knees didn’t buckle. She couldn’t look at anyone but him, feeling embarrassed and horrified at the same time.
“I told you that I’m pretty sure I would have known if anyone had done something to me, okay?”
“You can’t know for sure if your body was used but they do. They’d only give you the drug to use in a breeding experiment. They would need a male—these males—and I want to know who mounted you.”
More tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She reached up and wiped them away, still staring at him. “If there is one thing we all know in this room, it’s that Drackwood was a nightmare for us all.” Her voice broke and she had to swallow before continuing. “I don’t want to know, True. I care about everyone in this room and it would be easier to think it was similar to the situation I experienced when Polanitis came after me—everyone had to agree to do what he wanted. I made a deal with that devil to save you, True. I never regretted it and I can live with it because you’re standing right in front of me. The bottom line is that I’m alive too. Maybe things went down that I don’t remember but it doesn’t matter. We survived and that’s what counts.”
“It matters.” True’s eyes seemed suspiciously wet as he rapidly blinked and reached out to grip her shoulder with gentle fingers.
“Maybe they did it to save me. If it even happened.” She forced herself to look at the faces around the table as she struggled to pull herself together. She rested her hand over True’s. Just touching him helped her find strength. “It doesn’t matter. I’d forgive someone if they were given an unfathomable choice and we all agree that I’d have been killed if they’d drugged up someone else while I was injected with that shit. We’re here to talk about Agent Brice and try to figure out how to find the son of a bitch.” It got easier to breathe as she calmed, instead focusing on the anger she felt over being used to extort money from the NSO. “Let’s deal with that.”
“I never touched you,” one of the males stated.
She looked at him, seeing sincerity in his dark-green gaze. “Let’s drop it.”
“I didn’t either.” Another male cleared his throat, giving True a wary look. “But I would have agreed to take her to my mat if given a choice between killing her and making sure she’d survive.”
Jeanie winced, glancing up at True to see his reaction. He appeared unusually pale and still angry. His chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath and slowly blew it out.
“Anyone, just speak now if Polanitis offered you Jeanie. I won’t seek retribution.”
Silence reigned and Jeanie closed her eyes, relief so overwhelming she nearly choked up again. She was pretty sure no one had sexually molested her but she was certain someone would confess if there was anything to tell.
True squeezed her shoulder before pulling his hand away. She let him go but he quickly wrapped his fingers around hers instead, keeping hold of her hand as he righted his chair with the other one and sat. She opened her eyes as he motioned with his head for her to take her seat too. She gratefully collapsed into the chair.
“Tell us about this agent,” Query urged. “Give us a detailed description. We have access to the out world’s databases. We can try to find him through DMV records. Did he drive a car? Did he have an accent that might indicate what state he lived in? We can pull all the photos that match his description for you to look at, until we find the right face.”
The tension in the room seemed to dissipate. “He is a Caucasian male in his mid-to-late fifties. Approximately five foot eight with a heavy build. He wore glasses, had light-brown eyes, I think, since the lenses were tinted, and he had a mole on his face.” She pointed to her cheek to show them where it was located. “He was balding on the top of his head. His hair was brown with a lot of gray. He drove a rental car to our meetings. They had stickers on them so it was easy to figure that out but he used different companies.”
“Heavy as in muscular?”
She glanced at Flirt. He’d pulled out his phone to text the information she gave or take notes. “No, he was out of shape and kind of huffed if he moved too fast.”
“Huffed?” Luna leaned in closer. “Was it an animalistic sound? Perhaps he’s a Species. A few of us could pass for full human.”
“He’s not New Species.” Jeanie smiled, amused. “He was a marshmallow. I should have said he panted because he got out of breath easily when he walked fast and broke out in a sweat. It didn’t help that he wore dress shirts. He had the whole business-suit look going on, regardless of the weather.” She glanced at the men in the room. “You guys couldn’t get that out of shape even if you really tried. He is also much older. He was born way before Mercile started their experiments. Agent Brice is definitely human.”
“He’d have to be fully human from the description you gave. Mercile killed flawed children with no Species traits.”
“A few of us could pass though,” Luna protested. “I’ve met two who appeared human but they weren’t that old. They were rescued from the place Darkness came from.”
“Two.” Flirt shook his head. “I’ve met both males you speak of but they have physical traits of Species regardless of the lack of facial markers. Even those can be seen if you are looking for hints.” He reached up and ran a finger over his cheek and jawline. “The bones always tell.”
Jeanie studied his face, looked at True, then Query. They did all have very masculine bone structure. “Agent Brice is not New Species. He has kind of girly features.”
Query chuckled. “Girly?”
“Feminine.” She smiled at him. “Softer and you can’t even see his cheekbones. He’s got a round face.”
“He’s soft,” one of the males stated. “That’s what she means. Like a human female—the flesh isn’t stretched taut over bone.”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is anything else girly about him?” Query still looked amused.
“He wore a pinky ring on his left hand. It looked like a cat, believe it or not. That stood out to me because it was kind of weird. Not too many men wear those.”
“What’s wrong with a male wearing a cat ring?” Flirt frowned.
“Men don’t usually wear jewelry of animals unless they are more…” She shrugged, trying to think of a way to explain. “A wolf or a panther is considered manly but not a house cat and that’s what it looked like to me. That’s more typical of something a woman would wear. They tend to buy the kitten, dolphin, or puppy jewelry.”
“So cats aren’t manly?” Jinx’s blue eyes sparkled with humor. “I disagree.” He leaned back in his chair and flexed his shoulders, braced his elbows on the chair, and tightened the large muscles down his arms to show them off. “No one would ever call me feminine.”
Jeanie laughed. “They wouldn’t but…”
“But? Finish what you were going to say.”
“I don’t want to accidentally offend you.”
His humor vanished. “I look feminine?”
She almost laughed again at his appalled expression, which was comical. “No. You don’t. It’s just that, um, if I were to take a guess…you look nothing similar to a house cat. You kind of remind me of a panther. It’s the predatory look in your eyes, the black hair and the shape of your eyes. You have that danger vibe going on.”
“Predatory?” He grinned again. “I like that. Do I look at you in a way that makes you have thoughts about me eating you?”
Her mind blanked, stunned he’d said that. Heat crept into her cheeks as every word sank in, and the insinuation behind them.
“Are you done making jokes and trying to gain her interest in sharing sex with you? It won’t happen.” True released her hand and leaned forward to glare at Jinx. “We all know what she meant by that term. We frighten humans with the way we seem to study everything about them and it makes them uneasy that we don’t blink as much as they do. This is serious. Tim Oberto wants Jeanie returned to the task force to face Species law. We believe what she says but he views her as any other human who worked for Mercile. She’s the enemy to him. They planned to send her to Fuller.”
