“I do. I…I’m confused.”
She surprised him when she inched closer and her other hand gripped his shoulder. He looked down as she turned a little and gently lowered herself across his thigh. Her weight was slight as she sat almost where he wanted her. He couldn’t resist anymore as his arms wrapped around her waist to position her across both legs so her ass rested over his dick. She gasped but he was careful not to crush her. She was small but he wasn’t going to let her go.
“Easy,” he demanded. “No fear of me.”
Her features changed as she relaxed in his arms. The hand clutching his shoulder eased its tight hold but she didn’t remove it.
“You can remember my office? What else is happening that you remember?” Her voice trembled.
“You wouldn’t sit on my lap but you wanted to.”
“Yes.”
“That really happened?”
“Yes.”
“It is hard to think.”
“Why are you having trouble focusing on things? Do you know?”
“I forget.”
She leaned in closer and he battled back a growl. He wanted her and his dick ached—it was hard and trapped inside the pants he wore.
“What else can you remember about that day?”
“Why do you resist me? You want me too.” He knew that about her even though he couldn’t remember how he did.
“I do,” she admitted. “I always have.”
Reality was better than memory. Joy wasn’t rejecting him. A moment of clarity hit and it made him doubt his sanity. His arms tightened around her.
“Is this a dream?”
“No. I’m really here. I’m with you. Can’t you tell the difference between what is real and what isn’t?”
“Not always.” He wouldn’t lie to Joy. The name fit her, seemed right. “I get flashes of memory but then they disappear and I forget.”
A worried expression creased her features. He knew that was the right emotion, sure of it because deep down, he was very familiar with this female. “Do I have a head injury?”
“No. You were given an unknown drug and you’ve had psychological issues ever since.”
“Who did this to me?” Rage hit fast and hard as he growled.
She bit her lip and didn’t respond.
“Don’t fear me. Who did this to me?”
“Mercile,” she whispered.
Ice ran through his veins as he looked around for the technicians but didn’t see or smell anyone besides Joy. “They have recaptured me? Taken you as well?” His arms tightened as he pulled her closer and shifted his leg. His toe caught the edge of the cell door and he kicked it closed. “I’ll fight them. I’ll get us free. Don’t leave my cage. I won’t let them inside without killing them before they reach you.”
She released his shoulder to cup his face with both hands, drawing his searching gaze to her. “Listen to me. You remember being freed, right?”
“Yes. We were at site four.”
Worry showed in her direct stare. “I’m going to tell you the absolute truth but I know you’re strong enough to take it, okay? I’m making a judgment call because I don’t want you to attack anyone here thinking we’re in danger. We aren’t.”
“We are.” Maybe she was confused too and had been drugged.
“You left site four to live at a place called Homeland. It’s run by your people. Everyone here is like you. They were freed from Mercile too.”
Her words confused him more. “They put me in a cage with chains?” He wanted to believe her but didn’t understand why the ones like him would do that.
“Do you remember the guards who patrolled to keep humans away from the motel?”
“Yes.”
“That was your job here. You kept humans away who meant your people harm. There are tall walls around the area and you were on one. Someone who worked for Mercile shot you with a dart filled with drugs. You forgot who you were and attacked other males. Your friends.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” He battled uncertainty. He didn’t think Joy would lie to him, he wanted to trust her, but it didn’t make sense.
“You couldn’t remember who I was but now you do, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s been the same with your friends. You forgot who they are. What is your name?”
“466.” He was sure of that.
Joy hesitated. “You chose a name after you left site four.”
He struggled to remember but couldn’t.
“Moon,” she whispered. “That’s your name now. Is that familiar to you? Ring any bells?”
He shook his head and his hold on her tightened. “Why are you playing games? My name is 466. Is this a test?”
She stroked his cheekbones lightly with her fingertips. He liked it a lot and it calmed him a bit.
“I’m telling you the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you. You were dangerous so they had to lock you inside this space and chain you so they could take blood tests. Everyone is doing whatever they can to make you better. There are a lot of doctors, scientists, and chemists working on finding a way to reverse what was done. They called me and I came to help you too.”
“Called you?”
“On the phone.”
“You were in your office when this happened?”
“No. I was actually driving my car at the time, on my way home.”
“This Homeland is so big you need a car?”
“I wasn’t here. I live about an hour away.”
“We don’t live here?” Her words were confusing him more.
“You live here. I live somewhere else.”
Something clicked and he growled again. “Didn’t you come with me when I was moved to this Homeland?”
“No.”
Anger surged. “You lived at site four. Why don’t you live here? You’re mine and I’m yours. Did you give me to that other female?”
“No!” She squirmed on his lap. “Take some deep breaths. You’re getting agitated.”
“Explain.”
She glanced away and then back. He knew what that meant—she’d always been easy to read. She didn’t want to respond.
“Explain!” he demanded louder.
“I left site four before you moved to Homeland.”
Pain came with realization. It tightened his chest as though a fist squeezed his heart. He’d always feared she’d quit her job and abandon him. “You left me?”
Her eyes flooded with tears. “I did. I’m so sorry.”
He released her waist and leaned back, jerking his face away from her gentle touch. The urge to shove her off his lap was there but he couldn’t do it. “I left site four and came here without you?”
“Yes.” The tears slipped down her face.
He resisted the urge to wipe them with his thumbs. “Why are you here now?”
“You needed me. I came the minute they called. I didn’t even go home. I turned the car around and drove straight to Homeland.”
“You’re not in danger if you leave my cage?”
“No. You’re safe here. I promise.”
Joy had chosen to abandon him. He had pride. “Get out, Joy. Go.” He saw surprise in her eyes. “Get off my lap. Don’t touch me again. I don’t want your pity.”
“466,” she whispered, reaching for his face again.
He reacted by rolling, dumping her gently on the concrete floor, and scooted away until he could climb to his feet. He backed up to the wall of the cage, watching her, as he fought his emotions. Pain and anger were evenly matched.
“Get someone else to tell me what has happened. I don’t trust you anymore.”
Joy wiped at her tears as she watched 466 put as much distance between them as possible. Telling him so much had been a mistake. She hadn’t wanted to lie to him or risk him trying to escape, believing they were both in danger from Mercile. She’d forgotten how protective he was until he’d kicked the cell door closed in an attempt to protect her. The key to his shackles was out of his reach where she’d tossed it but he could take the door key if he wanted. It was inside her pocket where she’d slipped it after stepping into his cell.
“Please, 466.” She wasn’t above begging. Guilt was something she’d lived with since the day she’d packed her bags and driven away from that motel in the desert. “Listen to me.”
“No.” He curled his upper lip to reveal his sharp canines. “Get out. I am not yours anymore. Is my name really Moon? I chose that?”
“Yes.”
“Stop calling me a number then.” He glared at her and growled in a menacing way. “I told you I’d never take a human name.”
The professional part of her was happy to see that he seemed coherent and retained the information she’d given him. He had every right to be furious and reject her help after she’d betrayed his trust. It hurt that he wanted her to go. A selfish part of her was tempted to leave him for a few hours in hope that he’d forget what she’d said so they could start over again.
Lesson learned. He hates me now that he understands some of what happened between us.
“Moon, I’m not leaving you. We need to figure out what is going on so I can help.”
“I don’t want you near me.”
Don’t cry again.
Her feelings didn’t matter. “You aren’t lucid often but you are right now. Are you in any physical pain? Does anything hurt? Are you suffering a headache? Nausea?” She wasn’t a medical doctor but she was pretty sure they’d want to know that to gauge the effects of the drug. “It’s important.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, glanced down at the chains, and anger wrinkled his nose. “My body is fine.”
“Any weakness in any of your limbs?”
“No. The bands aren’t comfortable but I’ve lived with worse.”
“Any numbness in your fingers? Toes?”
He flexed his hands. “No.”
She was relieved to hear it. It wasn’t a drug designed to target his pain centers to drive him insane. “What about your emotions? Do you feel off? Are you having a hard time focusing or following our conversation now? How is your eyesight? Your hearing? Any buzzing in your ears or can you hear your own heartbeat?”
“Get out, Joy.”
“Damn it, Moon. Please answer me before I leave.”
“I feel normal.”
And very angry but she didn’t attribute that to any physical symptoms. “When you first saw me, you didn’t know who I was. Did it just come back to you? Was it fast as if you suddenly knew or was it slower?”
He leaned back against the bars and his chin lifted as he continued to regard her with that grim expression. “You were familiar but I didn’t know why. I focused on a memory and it got stronger until I knew you.”
“Do you remember being at Mercile?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember being freed?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember Homeland now?”
Some of the tension left his face as he searched his memory. “No.”
“What is the last thing you do remember?”
“Being in your office and wanting you to sit on my lap.”
She slowly got to her feet. “Try to focus on when I left.”
The anger returned. “I don’t have to. You told me what happened.”
“Try. I am here to help you. Let me.”
“Get my new therapist.”
“There isn’t one.” She remembered what had been said about Dr. Kregkor and shuddered. No way did she want someone New Species talked about that way anywhere near Moon. “Don’t you want out of this cell? Out of those chains?”
“You know I do.”
“Talk to me then. Answer my questions and let’s figure this out. Please.”
He closed his eyes and his expression cleared. She wondered if he planned to ignore her or if he was attempting to do as she asked. A few prompts might help.
“One day I was there and the next day you probably were told I was gone. I left late at night after bed check.”
His eyes snapped open and a snarl erupted. “I went to your office but the guard said you weren’t in it. I thought you were running late but she said you no longer worked there. I believed you were fired but then the human said you’d quit.”
“That’s good.” It showed he could fix on a point in time and force the memories to surface.
“There was nothing good about it.” His arms uncrossed and his hands fisted at his sides. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“I meant that it’s encouraging that you are able to remember if you focus on a point in time.”
“You owed me more than to leave without speaking to me first.” He pushed away from the wall, taking a step closer. “How could you do that?”
“I had no choice.”
“They lied to me? You were removed by force?”
“No.” It was tempting to lie to defuse his anger but she wouldn’t stoop that low. “The attraction between us was growing stronger and I knew I couldn’t resist you anymore. That’s why I had to leave.”
He took another step closer and paused. “You were ashamed that you wanted me? An animal half-breed?”
“No!” A smart person would continue this discussion from the other side of the bars but Joy ignored that reasoning. Moon could be frightening, intimidating. He might snarl and flash those dangerous teeth of his but she’d bet her life—was, in fact—that he wouldn’t harm her. “Of course not. I explained this dozens of times. I was your doctor and it wasn’t right if we had a physical relationship.”