paused. “I would have saved you from
that harsh life years ago, when you first removed the pendant, but I didn’t act quickly enough.”
Kalen narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said you didn’t rescue me because I wasn’t ready.”
“You weren’t. But I would have anyway.” He sighed. “There. Now you have a confession of one of
my failings.”
He wasn’t so sure. Was Malik lying, or telling the truth about his part in everything? Or confusing
him with half-lies, half-truths? God, if that was the case, Malik was succeeding.
That missing piece of the puzzle, the part of the story Malik wasn’t yet telling him, nagged at him
like a sore tooth. But he knew nothing would be gained on that score tonight even if he pushed. Instead, he brought the topic back to the original purpose of the visit.
“You wanted to show me something. To prove that you understand me and will stick beside me.”
“Indeed.” Malik paused, studying him intently.
He gave a humorless laugh. “Pardon me if I don’t believe your bullshit.”
“Why do you assume it’s bullshit, as you say?”
“Really?” He gaped at the Unseelie, incredulous. “You kill people.”
“So do you, and so does your whole team for that matter,” Malik pointed out. “I suppose that makes
you all evil to a man.”
“Well, no, of course not! You’re the bad guy!”
“Me? Why?”
“Are you serious? Man, you keep shifters and humans in cages so the scientists who’re working for
you—or for Kerrigan —can figure out how to splice their DNA and create super-shifter soldiers!”
“I don’t keep my test subjects in cages. They’re strictly volunteers.”
“I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” He shook his head, pushed angrily to his feet and paced a few feet away to put distance between them. “I saw with my own eyes two of our team
members being held in cages. They’d been tortured and experimented on, one of them for months!”
Malik stood, looking troubled. “Ah. You’re referring to Orson Chappell’s and Dr. Gene Bowman’s
unfortunate decisions. They became a bit fanatical in their approach.”
“You don’t say,” Kalen mocked. “And you didn’t seduce or coerce them into performing the
heinous shit they did in the name of science, I’m sure.”
“I didn’t, not that I expect you to believe me.”
“I don’t. You had to know what was going on.”
“Whether you believe me or not doesn’t change anything. And it certainly doesn’t change my goal,
which I must say is a worthy one.”
“To create this perfect breed of super-shifters.”
“Yes.” The Unseelie’s eyes lit with excitement. “What if we could perfect a soldier whose
supernatural abilities far exceed any of the humans’ weapons in existence? What if humans were no
longer the top of the pyramid of intelligent life on earth? Can you imagine being a part of implementing the greatest fundamental change to civilization in the history of the universe? The soldiers would work for you and me, and the planet would belong to the Fae, shifters, vampires, and every other creature
who’s had to live in the shadows for centuries. Like you and I have been forced to live.”
“That’ll never happen. Powerful men in history have tried shit along those lines and ended up with
their heads on pikes.”
“ Men have tried. Never an Unseelie king.”
Tired, he rubbed his eyes. “Show-and-tell time, Malik. Let’s see what you’ve got or I’m leaving.”
“I was getting to that before our little debate about what constitutes evil . And I happen to know that a bit of sacrifice is necessary for the greater good.” He held up a hand before Kalen could voice further argument. “We’ll put the super-shifter issue to rest for the evening. Follow me.”
“Where to now?” he muttered.
But the other male didn’t answer. Kalen followed the Unseelie through the house, turning over in his
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