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Mansion.”
    A tear overflowed. “It sounds like a dream.”
    “Well, we have to get out of here, first. And that won’t be too fun.” Which was an understatement. It sounded impossible.

Chapter Five
    E mmy’s body was luxuriously relaxed as she wound her way to her room. She’d expected to have a panic attack or something. Or maybe just go numb with memories. But it hadn’t been anything like that. What started as kind of an impulse became the best experience of her life.
    But now came the hard part. Jonas was her salvation—she knew that as well as she knew her own name—but they were trapped in this festering pool of disease. Security was much more relaxed at home than in his compound. On enemy soil—as Nathanial thought of it—he wasn’t taking any chances. She knew this, because to make that map of hers, she had to test all the entrance and exit points. Even the “secret” entrance to this place had guards. She could slip out, but getting the prisoner out? It didn’t look good.
    She pushed open the door to her room with her map in mind as she caught the familiar presence. Nathanial sat at her desk as he had the other night. One ankle was crossed over a knee and his fingers were intertwined. Shivers wracked her body. This was his “faux patience” stance. It meant she was in trouble and would be punished.
    “Hi Nathanial.” She walked right up to him. She’d hoped to think about a plan, maybe wait that day after all. Not with that edge to his eye, though. She didn’t have a day.
    She didn’t have an hour.
    “Emmy. I am absolutely heartbroken. Darla tells me you interrupted her interrogation. Being the dear-heart she is, she tried not to fault you, but I couldn’t help but see the whip mark. You scored one of your betters while defying one of my direct orders. This grieves me.”
    “She wasn’t interrogating him. She was trying to screw and bite him.” Emmy felt the magic run through her body.
    “Now, now. You know I dislike when you are vulgar. Well. You will be glad to hear that your prickly charge is no longer needed. Darla has produced someone who used to work right beside Cato. He is quite well connected. Pity I didn’t hear of him before now. But you know how it is—so many want to join our cause, I don’t have time to speak to them all. Luckily, however, Darla had. She was quite the find.”
    “Great.”
    “You will not be pleased to hear, however, that you must be punished. And Darla is right—having a human pet for so long does look bad. We’d hate to have others think I favor your kind. So you will go into the higher level of humans distributed for good deeds. I will choose who gets you intimately, of course—while I applaud her foresight, I still do not like sharing. Your blood, however—that can be distributed more openly. Others will need the boost to their magic level. We will take the Council premises soon.”
    “Why do you keep me, Nathanial? If you hate me so much, and hate my kind, why do I need to be under your thumb? No one else forces humans—or anyone else. Why me?”
    His head tilted at her words. “You are a remarkably pretty girl. And there is a certain allure in lying with one such as yourself. I often wondered if you would get with child. Humans seem to find that easier. Three-fourths of my race means the offspring is likely to have my type of magic. This would ensure I could raise my child as my own. There was always the chance it would have human magic, and that I would have to abandon it, but it was worth the risk. Unfortunately, you are barren. And since you lack sexual finesse, I found that there was no use to you.”
    “Then why keep me? Why not let me go?” she pleaded.
    “Because what if I was the barren one? I couldn’t allow you to bear someone else’s spawn. Then I would be ridiculed. And yes, now we have that problem, which is why I will be sure to choose those who are infertile. If I choose wrongly, and you do get with child—well, there