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  “I’m going to lie down, I expect you’ll fill me in on anything important.” She strode out of the room.

  “We shouldn’t be letting her do this.” I spoke as soon as she was out of sight.

  Denver shrugged. “We’ve both done many things we shouldn’t have. That’s the story of our lives.”

  “You have a lot of sayings, don’t you?”

  “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe they are more than sayings.”

  “Care to fill me in on the rest of the plan?” I changed the subject. Addison wasn’t the only one who was eager to go.

  “No. The less you know the better.” He walked over to the door and tried the locks.

  “How do you figure?” I waited until he’d turned from the door.

  “They can’t extract information from you if you don’t have it. We don’t know what we’re up against. If we don’t share too much, we’re safer.”

  “You’ve thought this through.”

  “I’ve been thinking this through since you came to see me the first time. I did tell you I would work out a plan.”

  “And you kept working on it even after you learned of the fire?” Had he really planned to help even if the money wasn’t there?

  “I knew you survived. Jarret saw you and your girl.”

  “That didn’t mean I’d be coming back.” Or I’d have the money. I kept that part to myself. If this was about more than money, I didn’t want to insult him.

  “Sure it did. You wouldn’t have come to me at all unless your girl was desperate. She wasn’t going to give up.”

  “And you were going to go in with or without me.” Understanding dawned on me. “You’ve been waiting for a reason to get inside.” My suspicion was right. This had nothing to do with expected payment.

  “Revenge can be sweet, but it must be done for the right reasons.”

  “Saving innocent children and women are two very good reasons.”

  “Right. Make no mistake, I’m going in there for more than just the people who concern you. Addison won’t be the only one freeing the masses inside.”

  “I will do everything I can to help.” Addison’s words had stirred me. I’d thought treating the girls of the club well had been enough, but it hadn’t. I was in the position to have choices, and I needed to use them well.

  “But priority goes to your own.” Denver’s words were pointed but not judging. “I get it.”

  “If you experienced what I did with Kayla, you’d understand.”

  “I don’t need to experience it to understand. One doesn’t always have to experience something to appreciate its importance.”

  “And there you go with another sage saying.”

  “Now my sayings are sage?” His eyes brightened.

  “That one seemed to be.”

  “Are you ready for this?” He didn’t need to tell me what this was. “You’ve questioned Addison plenty, but it’s you I’m more worried about.”

  “You can’t possibly doubt my determination to do this. I won’t let this go.” I would never give up on getting Kayla to safety.

  “I know that, but are you ready? Are you ready for the horrible possibility that they’ve hurt her? That by the time we can get to her they will have changed her in some way you may not notice at first but you eventually will?”

  “That’s why we aren’t waiting long. Surely they will do administrative processing first. That should buy us a small amount of time.” I was telling myself this more than I was telling him. I wanted to run through the gates screaming her name already, but I understood the importance of timing.

  “Depends how desperate they are. If they figure out who she is—that she’s the sister of a proven breeder- well, they may not have waited.”

  “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you filling my head with horrible thoughts and possibilities?”

  “Because you need to get used to the idea. Get as numb as possible so you keep your head. Yes, this is personal for you, but it’s also bigger than you. You focus on the people you want to focus on, but don’t screw this up for everyone else.”

  “Who says I’m going to screw anything up?”

  “You’re angry. You’re afraid. You’re ready to knock down everyone in your path even if it means destroying things we need. You can’t be that way. We need to stay calm and collected.”

  “I will stay calm. I didn’t run a club like Sray without staying calm.” Coming into power there and keeping it took calm and collected thoughts.

  “But you weren’t in love when you did that—Kayla was only there with you for a few days and look how well that turned out.” Denver spoke to me as if we knew each other far better than we actually did. There was something reassuring about that. I needed to put my trust in him.

  “I wasn’t responsible for the fire.”

  “Not physically, but you can’t deny the timeline matches up.”

  “Timeline or not, my feelings for Kayla had nothing to do with it.”

  “Greer acted when he saw what was happening to you. He thought you were at your weakest. I’m not going to sit here and debate whether he was right or wrong. Right now is decision time. Are you going to let your feelings weaken you or strengthen you?”

  I answered immediately. “Strengthen me.”

  “Good.”

  “You couldn’t say all of this in front of Addison?”

  “Not without making her doubt you. She needs to trust you.”

  “Getting her out of Central is my priority too. I am the one bringing her in; I will be responsible for her.”

  Denver glanced over his shoulder and then back at me. “Technically I’ll be bringing her in.”

  “So what is my role exactly? How do I get in there?”

  “You are searching for the girl you personally Corded. It is your right to find her.”

  “I hope they buy that.”

  “I hope so too. Otherwise Addison and I will be in there without you.”

  “And that’s part of what you meant about staying calm.” This whole situation was a mess.

  “Exactly. If they deny you entrance, you can’t flip out. You have to calmly accept their decision.”

  “And do what? Sit around?”

  “I never said you were going to sit around. I only said you shouldn’t flip out.”

  “You can be a very confusing man sometimes.”

  He flipped over his hand. “So can you.”

  “Is there anything else?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s that?” I braced myself for whatever else he hadn’t told me yet.

  “Don’t be surprised if you see some familiar faces.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Where do you think they get their workers from?”

  “They keep some of the system boys.” I knew that, even if I didn’t understand how they decided who to keep and who to let go.

  “Exactly. Don’t let that mess with you either.”

  “Meaning don’t put undue trust in the hands of an old friend?”

  “That or the opposite. Don’t be afraid to trust an old friend.”

  “Same goes for you. They closed down your old place, I assume they moved people here.”

  “I am sure they did.” He smiled as if at a private joke. “And I intend to heed my own advice. Don’t worry about that.”

  “Are you going to heed the advice you gave Addison and rest?”

  “No, and you’re not either. No sense pretending.”

  “I’m not resting either.” Addison walked into the foyer.

  “How long were you there listening?” I asked.

  “Long enough to hear you being schooled.”

  “I’m not going to screw up.” There was too much at stake to worry about being insulted, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t frustrated by it.

  “I know. You usually do pretty well under pressure.” She tied her long dark hair into a bun on the top of her head. I was unused to seeing her with her hair up.

  �
�Evidently, so do you.”

  “Thanks.” She turned to Denver. “Do we need to pack anything?”

  “They’ll take anything we bring.”

  “That’s a no then.” Addison folded the cuffs of the pants so she wasn’t walking on them.

  “Unless we have some things we want them to take.” Denver smiled sheepishly.

  “And now I remember why I came to you.” He was definitely creative. “You’re talking about surveillance? A camera or something?”

  “Or something.” Denver grinned. It was a toothy grin that might have been frightening on anyone else.

  “All right. Let’s eat something.” Addison’s stomach rumbled. “We may not want to rest, but we need to eat.”

  “Any requests?” Denver asked.

  “Surprise me.” Addison put a hand on her stomach. “Anything sounds good.”

  “Don’t make things too easy on us. We’re royal jerks for bringing you into this.” Denver said exactly what I was thinking.

  “Yeah well, of all the royal jerks I like you two best.”

  I smiled. “I needed to hear that.”

  “If you like that I have so many more one liners.”

  I laughed. “All right, let’s see what kind of surprise Denver and I can come up with.”

  Seven

  Kayla

  The silence was unsettling. It wasn't relaxing like the near silence of the farm; it was an unnatural silence that felt ominous.

  Somewhere within these walls were Quinn and Bailey, and I had to find them.

  I debated my options. If I acted too soon I might get us all in even deeper trouble, but I’d already waited so long already. I was torn in so many directions, which was made worse by the guilt in the pit of my stomach. What must Mason think of me? Was he angry? Hurt? With all my other problems what he thought shouldn't have mattered, but it did. I missed him in a way I didn’t want to. This was why I didn’t need time lying around. I needed to take action. I pushed back the blankets, and my bare feet touched the cold linoleum floor.

  Instantly a loud siren filled the room. I jumped back into bed, pulling the blanket over me. The same doctor from earlier hurried inside. “What happened? Why were you out of bed?”

  “I need to use the bathroom.” I jumped for the first plausible excuse I could find.

  “Next time push this button.” He pointed to a small round button.

  “I have to push a button to be allowed to go to the bathroom?” Not that I was completely surprised. Central was tantamount to a prison without the cells.

  “It’s for your safety.”

  “No it isn’t. Don’t lie.” I didn’t have the time or energy to waste on things that weren’t true.

  “You sound just like her.” He put a hand over his mouth.

  “Like who?”

  He sighed. “No one.” Then he hurried toward the door.

  “What about the bathroom?”

  “Oh. Sure. Go ahead.” He pushed a few numbers on a keypad by the door.

  I stepped out of bed and this time no alarm sounded. I opened the only door in the room and stepped into a bathroom, closing the door behind me. I was impressed it even had a door. Then I thought of something. Why had he gotten so weird after he spoke about me sounding like someone? Was someone else listening? Watching? I knew there were all sorts of technologies capable of that, and if anyone had them it would be Central.

  I finished up and opened the door. The doctor was standing by the bed. “You’re still here.”

  “I can’t reset the alarm until you are in bed.”

  “Don’t they have other people to do this? Do doctors usually run the security system too?” I didn’t know much about Central, but I assumed doctors would have other tasks to do.

  He shrugged. “We’re limited on who gets access to these floors.”

  “I see.” I climbed back into bed.

  “I will come see you in the morning.” He punched some numbers into the key pad, stepped outside, and closed the door behind him.

  A security system that went off as soon as my feet hit the ground? Were they serious? Of course they were. We assigned the highest value to these men despite how misguided they were. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about saving the population, but the way they were doing it was wrong. No one could convince me otherwise.

  I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. I would need the rest to make sure I was ready for whatever the next morning brought.

  Eight

  Maverick

  I had blown it. I’d blown everything. My slip up was inexcusable—but it was shocking to hear how Kayla spoke to me exactly the same way Quinn did. Quinn and Kayla had a fire in them that was at once appealing and terrifying. I found I was never quite sure what they were thinking, or what they were capable of.

  I had to destroy the security file. I couldn’t make it so easy for everyone else to figure it out—or did I? Would it truly be that hard for my bosses to connect the dots? Not in the slightest. It was obvious by one glance that the two girls were related. It was even true with Bailey. Had Quinn not been the one to show up with Bailey I would never have known which woman she belonged to. They looked so similar.

  Either way, I had to do something. If I sat back and pretended the similarity didn’t exist, I could get myself in trouble, possibly being removed from the service. I couldn’t afford that.

  “Dr. Morton.” A loud voice called down the corridor where I paced. “A word, please.”

  I turned to face one of my bosses. Dr. Tardale. “Of course.” This wasn’t the first time I was nervous about meeting Tardale, and I was pretty certain it wouldn’t be my last.

  He started down the hall, and I followed running through every scenario in my head for what he possibly wanted to talk about. He opened the door to his office. I followed.

  “Close the door.” He took a seat behind his large cherry wood desk.

  I nodded and closed the door.

  He gestured for me to sit in a leather arm chair across from his desk. “An eventful evening, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes. A new admission is always eventful.” I took a seat, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible.

  “Two new admissions in a short period of time.” He flipped through papers on his desk.

  “Very rare.”

  “I am sure you’ve noticed their similarities. You almost said as much when you were in admission # 216’s room.”

  I mentally winced at the use of the number even though I expected it. I hated the way Tardale insisted on using numbers even if I understood the reason behind it. It actually was the reason behind the use of numbers that frustrated me the most; we made them less of a person by referring to them as a number. “Yes. I apologize. It slipped out.”

  “We want the information to come from the patients. We don’t want to lead them in any way.”

  “I understand. It won’t happen again, sir.”

  “Are you making much progress with # 215?”

  #215, also known as Quinn. “She’s opening up to me more.”

  “Have you learned the paternity of the father? Based on the child’s DNA, he is not in our system, but that doesn’t surprise me considering she was brought in from the Rurals.” He screwed up his face in distaste.

  “She nearly told me. I just need a bit more time.”

  “And any move on the other question?” He set aside the papers, and the pretense of not caring about our conversation was gone.

  I knew what he was really asking about. “Yes. I do believe she is interested.”

  “Good. Make it happen soon enough. If we can prove that some of the breeders can reproduce without scientific intervention, we can show success and therefore increase funding from our donors. You were one of the first generations to come through the system. We need to find out if it worked.”

  “Of course, sir.” I nodded automatically.

  “She’s a beautiful girl. Both of them are.”

  “Yes.” What was h
e getting at? He never spoke about the physical appearances of the patients, even if all of the other doctors did.

  “I am merely noting it’s natural you’d be eager to participate.”

  “Yes, but I would be doing it mostly to help our mission.”

  “Right.” He pursed his lips. “Remember, don’t allow any emotional attachment. If it works with you, we will have to try others.”

  I shuddered. The thought of anyone else touching Quinn made my skin crawl.

  He sat forward in his chair. “Will that be a problem?”

  I shook my head. “No sir.”

  “Good. Now get back to work.” He returned to his papers.

  It was easily past midnight. My work was done for the day, but I didn’t argue. “Thank you for your time, sir.” I walked out of his office and down the hall toward mine.

  I collapsed on the small cot I’d set up in the corner. Tardale was right. I was getting emotionally attached. But there was nothing I could do to change that. Nothing at all.

  I tried to sleep for an hour, then I gave up. I got out of bed. There was no sense lying around when sleep wasn’t coming. I headed straight for my lab, resisting the urge to check in on Quinn one more time. That wasn’t going to help my growing attachment to her.

  We had a lab tech who usually ran the blood samples, but he wasn’t in for a few hours. It wouldn’t hurt for me to run the tests on Kayla’s blood myself since I was up anyway.

  I grabbed a pipette, an extra test tube, and a sample of her blood and got to work. I put it into the machine and waited. I blinked. That couldn’t be right. I checked the results again, my eyes had to be deceiving me. I took another sample of her blood and ran it again. Same result. Any chance of going back to sleep was gone.

  Nine

  Mason

  In the end none of us had an appetite. Even Denver, who at first appeared completely unmoved about our plans, could barely nibble on anything. Addison managed to eat more than the two of us, but even she only had half her sandwich.