him much trouble. Like a lamb calmly going to slaughter. Hallie Mead, you deserve to die. Depression is soon eclipsed by determination.
No, I’m not going to let them probe me.
My gaze darts around the room looking for an escape route. There has to be a way out of here. With my training, I’ll find it. Black and silver devices stand out against the white walls and floor. I don’t know what they use all of these things for and truthfully I don’t want to know.
Not letting the strange equipment distract me this time, I take a step away from Pretty Eyes and look around for doors. My heart sinks when I see three of them. Which one leads to a good hiding place? I wish I could have studied the zaphinians comings and goings from afar for at least a few days before being brought here. If I knew the lay of the land, I’d have a better chance of surviving.
“ Calm yourself, little seema. You are safe.”
His commanding tone snaps my gaze up to his. I only see honesty in his eyes. That makes me feel better until I realize that this is not his domain. As far as I know, Pretty Eyes may not even know that the supposedly good doctor is really a mad-scientist. Being naive has gotten many people killed. I don’t plan on being one of them.
I jump when the door behind me suddenly opens. Whipping my gaze around, I see a massive male standing just inside the room. His green eyes are zeroed in on me. I step closer to Pretty Eyes.
Green Eyes is even bigger than the male I’m cuffed to. I really wish I wasn’t cuffed to him. One of the rules of survival is to always stand on your own two feet. This rule is non-negotiable when on flat ground. Rapidly moving water and cliffs are a different story.
I frown at the metal surrounding my wrist and rub it hoping I can solve its puzzle and make it drop away.
A chuckle comes from my captor. He’s no longer Pretty Eyes to me. I look up into his three-tone eyes and hesitate. Okay, he’s no longer Pretty Eyes—for the moment. Get a grip, Hallie Mead . He brought you to a mad-scientist.
I glance over at the mad-scientist. The guy doesn’t look mad but what do I know about zaphinians? I rub the smooth metal harder as I try to break free. The need to get out of here coils tighter in my gut. Remembering the strange metal only responds to its owner, I put the cuff close to my lips and whisper, “I’m your owner now. Open up.” My words are low enough that Pretty Eyes, no—my captor—shouldn’t be able to hear them.
Another chuckle comes from above me. “It doesn’t work like that, little one.”
Fuck! With a sinking heart, I blurt, “You heard me?” Please let him have guessed.
“ Yes, we zaphinians have great hearing. You’re a treasure. A treasure that has to be checked out before I can take you home.” He gestures to the male still standing near the door watching me with an amused gleam in his eyes. “This is Dr. Lar ResTa. He’s going to make sure you’re healthy and ready to take home.”
The doctor nods almost dismissively at me and then turns his attention to my captor. I feel like I’m nobody to him. That pisses me off. I’m a living being not a piece of furniture damn it.
Pretty Eyes, no—my captor—sniffs the air and briefly looks down at me. He growls lightly. I’m stunned by his actions and suddenly wonder if he’s a mind-reader.
This time Dr. Lar ResTa chuckles and says to my captor, “You’re going to have your hands full with this one, Din Zar.”
Din Zar. Is that Pretty Eyes’ name? Why didn’t I ask him earlier? Wait a minute, why didn’t he ask me my name? Anger rises within me. Am I nothing to him? Why did he buy me?
More of the doctor’s words sink into my mind. “You’re going to have your hands full with this one.” I want to kick myself. I let his amazing eyes distract me from realizing that I’m not the first female he’s brought home. There’s a chance I