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Authors: Charlotte Boyett-Compo
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Kahmal asked. “After all, he was a Reaper. Such treatment was normal for him wasn't it?"
"Not at the hands of a woman,” Dorrie said. She twisted the vac-syringe, watching the play of the overhead lights on the glass barrel. “No woman had ever hurt him before. No woman had ever dared.” She closed her eyes. “We almost lost him that day. He flat lined. He needed Triso and I went after it for him."
"Against orders?"
Dorrie nodded. “I could have been hanged if they'd caught me but at that point I didn't care. He was so helpless, so grateful for even the smallest hint of kindness we gave him that it tore at my heart.” She sighed. “I gave him the Triso and Bridie stayed with him because he didn't want her to leave him. As I walked away, I realized I was beginning to have feelings for him that I shouldn't. From then on my hand lingered longer and longer on his body when I was helping take care of him."
"Mayhap he spread a glamour over you,” Kahmal suggested. “Sent you a subliminal."
"No, he was too weak for such things and the neuroinhibitors flooding his system would not have allowed it. He was unable to send any kind of enthrallment our way."
They made their way to the door of the containment cell.
"I will always regret having hurt him as I did by going after him,” Kahmal said, staring at the door to the con cell.
"I hurt him badly once,” Dorrie said. “Cut him right to the quick."
"How?"
Dorrie's eyes brightened with unshed tears. “When he was in the Be-Mod unit, there were sublims being fed to him. Sublims to make him need Bridie, to fall in love with her so he would aid the Resistance. I told him about them."
Her words came back to haunt Dorrie: "Did you really think she would fall in love with you without a little help from us, Cree?"
"What happened when he found out?"
"Nothing,” Dorrie said. She motioned for Kahmal to open the door to the cell.
"Are you sure you want to do this?” the Amazeen asked.
"Just open the door,” Dorrie snapped.
Kahmal took a deep breath and punched in the code, taking out her laser gun set to heavy stun to be on the safe side.
"You won't need that,” Dorrie told her. “He won't come out until he's no danger to us.” She slipped past the door and into the containment cell.
He was crouched in the corner, his eyes boring into her as she slowly approached him. She knelt down beside him.
"I have your med, Kami,” she said quietly, reaching out to stroke the wet fur of the beast. It growled at her, showing its teeth, but she did not snatch her trembling hand back. She continued to smooth the beast's matted coat until it stopped growling and gave a single, pitiful whimper.
"I know you are hurting, baby,” she said. “I'm here to make it better."
Tears brightened Dorrie's eyes as she bent over the beast. Sweeping aside a section of the wet hair on the side of the beast's neck, she eased the needle into its flesh. So drained was the animal, it barely flinched as the thick, fiery liquid shot through its system. It simply sighed, quivered, and lay still.
"Get out of there, Dorrie,” Kahmal ordered.
Dorrie got to her feet and backed away slowly, making no sudden moves that might be misconstrued in the Reaper's glazed eyes. “It's all right, baby,” she said. “Everything is going to be all right.” She was barely out the door before she heard a yowl that raised the hair on her arms. As the lock to the containment cell door clicked to behind her, she slumped against the wall, her face in her hands.
"I'll stay here until he's out of Transition,” Kahmal said gently. She had a dark green jumpsuit clutched in her arms and on the floor beside her was another pair of boots she hoped was the right size since the pair Prince Kamau had given Cree had ripped apart and was lying in pieces in the containment cell.
Dorrie was sobbing. Her heart ached for the proud man who had been reduced to the pathetic animal in the cell. She'd seen him many times at some
"Not at the hands of a woman,” Dorrie said. She twisted the vac-syringe, watching the play of the overhead lights on the glass barrel. “No woman had ever hurt him before. No woman had ever dared.” She closed her eyes. “We almost lost him that day. He flat lined. He needed Triso and I went after it for him."
"Against orders?"
Dorrie nodded. “I could have been hanged if they'd caught me but at that point I didn't care. He was so helpless, so grateful for even the smallest hint of kindness we gave him that it tore at my heart.” She sighed. “I gave him the Triso and Bridie stayed with him because he didn't want her to leave him. As I walked away, I realized I was beginning to have feelings for him that I shouldn't. From then on my hand lingered longer and longer on his body when I was helping take care of him."
"Mayhap he spread a glamour over you,” Kahmal suggested. “Sent you a subliminal."
"No, he was too weak for such things and the neuroinhibitors flooding his system would not have allowed it. He was unable to send any kind of enthrallment our way."
They made their way to the door of the containment cell.
"I will always regret having hurt him as I did by going after him,” Kahmal said, staring at the door to the con cell.
"I hurt him badly once,” Dorrie said. “Cut him right to the quick."
"How?"
Dorrie's eyes brightened with unshed tears. “When he was in the Be-Mod unit, there were sublims being fed to him. Sublims to make him need Bridie, to fall in love with her so he would aid the Resistance. I told him about them."
Her words came back to haunt Dorrie: "Did you really think she would fall in love with you without a little help from us, Cree?"
"What happened when he found out?"
"Nothing,” Dorrie said. She motioned for Kahmal to open the door to the cell.
"Are you sure you want to do this?” the Amazeen asked.
"Just open the door,” Dorrie snapped.
Kahmal took a deep breath and punched in the code, taking out her laser gun set to heavy stun to be on the safe side.
"You won't need that,” Dorrie told her. “He won't come out until he's no danger to us.” She slipped past the door and into the containment cell.
He was crouched in the corner, his eyes boring into her as she slowly approached him. She knelt down beside him.
"I have your med, Kami,” she said quietly, reaching out to stroke the wet fur of the beast. It growled at her, showing its teeth, but she did not snatch her trembling hand back. She continued to smooth the beast's matted coat until it stopped growling and gave a single, pitiful whimper.
"I know you are hurting, baby,” she said. “I'm here to make it better."
Tears brightened Dorrie's eyes as she bent over the beast. Sweeping aside a section of the wet hair on the side of the beast's neck, she eased the needle into its flesh. So drained was the animal, it barely flinched as the thick, fiery liquid shot through its system. It simply sighed, quivered, and lay still.
"Get out of there, Dorrie,” Kahmal ordered.
Dorrie got to her feet and backed away slowly, making no sudden moves that might be misconstrued in the Reaper's glazed eyes. “It's all right, baby,” she said. “Everything is going to be all right.” She was barely out the door before she heard a yowl that raised the hair on her arms. As the lock to the containment cell door clicked to behind her, she slumped against the wall, her face in her hands.
"I'll stay here until he's out of Transition,” Kahmal said gently. She had a dark green jumpsuit clutched in her arms and on the floor beside her was another pair of boots she hoped was the right size since the pair Prince Kamau had given Cree had ripped apart and was lying in pieces in the containment cell.
Dorrie was sobbing. Her heart ached for the proud man who had been reduced to the pathetic animal in the cell. She'd seen him many times at some
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