Cornered (The Corded Saga #2) Page 8

  “Harder to treat a woman as property when she has a name.” Addison wasn’t asking a question, and bitterness permeated her voice.

  “I keep hearing that. I don’t like using the numbers. I try to avoid it when I can.”

  “When you can?” Nevers put his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Exactly. That implies you do have some power.”

  “Look. I’m tired of this. I will not risk anyone’s safety for this game. Either you tell me what you wanted to talk to me about, or I leave.”

  “How’s Kayla?” Addison sat up. “Is she safe?”

  Kayla was her concern? I tried to hide my surprise, but I was reaching a point where I no longer cared. “Kayla is fine.”

  “Don’t you mean patient #217?” She cocked her head to the side.

  “No. I mean Kayla. Tardale knows how I feel about the numbers. I’m done pretending.”

  “Aren’t you done with more than just pretending?” Nevers crossed one leg over the other.

  “Yes.” I was done with everything but getting Quinn and Bailey out. But I knew I was being reckless. “With all due respect, sir.”

  “You can drop the sir. You already know I’m not who you think I am.” Dr. Nevers winked.

  “What?” My mouth hung open. Had he said what I thought he’d said? Had he really winked?

  “Kayla is really alright?” Addison’s voice was softer now. There was a vulnerability there that was new, and she pulled me out of my shock.

  “She’s okay.” At least I thought she was. I’d get her out too. But priority went to Bailey, even Quinn would agree with that.

  “Can I see her?” Addison’s eyes were wide. “I need to see her.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Not yet? When?” She sighed.

  “As soon as it is possible.” If it was ever possible.

  “We are on the same side, Maverick. That is if you are ready to own up to it.” Denver sat stock still in his seat.

  “Who are you?” A shiver ran up my spine. “You did tell me you’re not who I think you are.”

  “That’s an interesting story for another time perhaps. Right now we have more important matters to deal with.”

  “Why can’t I see her now?” Addison asked as if she hadn’t been listening to the exchange between Dr. Nevers and me.

  “Because if we rush things, everything might get messed up.” I let the words slide out without editing them. I was too shaken to be careful. I was taking risks at every turn.

  “Everything?” Nevers rolled his shoulders back. “Let me hear more about this everything.”

  “First, tell me who you are.”

  “I already told you I’m on the same side as you. That should be sufficient.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “It isn’t. There is too much at stake.”

  “Stop interrupting him,” Addison snapped. “He hasn’t answered me. When will I see her?”

  “When the time is right.” I kept my eyes on Dr. Nevers, as if expecting a façade to fall away revealing another man inside. I was lost, and I needed to know who I was dealing with.

  Slowly I turned back to Addison.

  “You mean when the time is right for you.” Addison crossed her arms over her chest. “Isn’t that it?”

  “I want what’s best for everyone.” My head was spinning as I tried to formulate my next steps.

  “Sure you do. You work here. That says enough.” She rolled her eyes.

  "I'm not a monster." I had never purposely caused pain. I was only doing what I had been taught.

  "That’s debatable, but no more than I am. Or Mason.” Dr. Nevers crossed his legs at the ankles. “None of this is our fault, except when we keep the course despite knowing it's wrong— when we know the damage it will do."

  "Who are you really?" I had revealed enough incriminating information already, being blunt couldn’t make things much worse.

  "I am less than you are."

  I thought over his words. On the surface they were off. He clearly had more persuasive power in Central than I did even if he claimed he wasn’t who I expected him to be, but I knew he was likely talking about something else entirely. "And that's supposed to mean something to me?”

  "It will eventually." Dr. Nevers put his hands palms up on his lap.

  "And until then?" What did he expect me to do with this riddle?

  "Know our plan will fail without your help."

  "Your plan?" I tried to stay composed, but I wasn’t expecting his words.

  "You know exactly what the plan is, and you will help." Dr. Nevers rose to his feet.

  "Your plan depends on me?” Yet he barely knew me. That was putting a lot of faith in someone who could have very different motives. Then again, I was putting faith in him too. “And what makes you think I'll help?"

  "You've made eye contact with Addison. You've used Kayla's name. You will help."

  "That's a big gamble based on very little evidence." There had to be more, and I was going to find out what. He said he didn’t know me the way Mason did, but he was hiding something related to me. I was sure of it.

  "Everything we have to go off of is minimal. We live in a world where you can’t trust anyone. What did you expect?”

  His words had some merit. "What do you need from me?" I was done wasting time. This whole group was connected, but I wasn’t sure how. The only thing I did know was Tardale didn’t know what Dr. Nevers was up to.

  “We need you to get us information. How many women are in this ward? What condition are they in?”

  “What condition? “I parroted back. “What are you implying?”

  “Whether they can walk out on their own.”

  “Walk out? You plan to remove them all from here?” Did this extend beyond Kayla, Quinn, and Bailey? Because Kayla was here for her sister, and they knew it. There was no question about that.

  “Those words came from your mouth. Not mine.” Nevers smirked.

  “I can’t help you if I don’t know where you stand.” Things were getting too serious too fast. We were working with very limited time. The night ticked away, and once Tardale returned we would have to pretend nothing was going on.

  “I stand on the side of what’s right.”

  “That’s quite the loaded statement.” Things were never that simple. Even I knew that.

  “Is it? Is it more loaded than you telling us you won’t do what’s right unless you know where we stand?”

  “You are misquoting me. I can’t know what’s right unless I know what I’m dealing with. How do I know you don’t have nefarious plans?”

  “Nefarious plans? Worse than what’s happening here?”

  “There are worse things.” I’d heard of many. In the beginning the knowledge didn’t bother me, but my conscious was growing far more concerned as the days ticked by. The directives were the last straw. “We all know that.”

  “Why would I help then?” Addison shrugged off the sheets. “Why would I lead other woman into something like that?”

  “You wouldn’t be the first.” I had seen it more than once. The worst of it was the women always thought they were buying their own freedom. Instead they were buying a prison for themselves as well.

  “But I’m not.” Addison rose from the bed. “I’m not at all. The only reason I’m here is to help.”

  “Not actually looking to reproduce?” Could I get them to admit that story was false?

  “I’m not saying anything until you give me your word.” She straightened her shoulders.

  “I’m surprised you are speaking openly. Even if you are being careful with your exact words.”

  “I can control more than you think,” Nevers jumped in.

  “I don’t know who or what you are. That’s the point. That’s why I’m hesitant to say or commit to anything.”

  “Get me a list, and then we’ll talk.” He paced the room. “We don’t have much time.”

  “You’re dismissing me? Is that how you think this is going to
work?”

  “It’s how I know it will work. You have too many questions now about yourself to sit back and blindly follow orders. I told you in the beginning you have power. Use it.”

  “And what if I use my power to turn you in?”

  “You won’t.” Nevers grinned.

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because I am.” Nevers walked toward me. “Because you don’t use numbers, and you make eye contact.”

  “You already said that.”

  “And that’s all I need to say.” He shrugged again. He seemed to do that often.

  “Who are you really?”

  He grinned. “You like to repeat yourself too.”

  “Can’t you at least tell me that?”

  “I’d probably be more concerned with who you are right now.” He nodded, and I knew our conversation wasn’t going anywhere.

  Fourteen

  Kayla

  I woke up, startled by the feel of something heavy across my chest. The momentary worry disappeared when I realized it was Mason. I’d forgotten he was with me again, and the realization he was near brought me momentary comfort even if I didn’t want it to.

  “You okay?” Mason whispered. His head was tucked right beside mine on the firm pillow.

  I rolled my neck trying to get out a crick. “Have you been awake all night?”

  “Not all night. I slept a little.” He looked away as he spoke.

  “Be honest.”

  “I did. I tried to stay up, but I fell asleep. I think the relief at finding you tuckered me out.”

  “Tuckered you out?” I smiled. “That sounds my words, not yours.”

  “Do we have different words?” He ran his fingers over my shoulder and down my arm. So much of my skin was exposed by the thin hospital gown. I didn’t mind with Mason, but I did with everyone else.

  “We did. Maybe we don’t anymore.”

  “Maybe not.” He kissed my neck.

  “So what now?” We were inside Central, but there was so much else to do.

  “Right now this minute, or what’s next?”

  “I have no idea what time it is.” I looked toward the wall. “The no windows thing is difficult.”

  “There were no windows in the bedroom at the Club.” He wrapped me up in his arms.

  “And it threw me. You are supposed to be woken up by sunlight.” No matter how nice that room at the club was, I was grateful to be where we were. I was so much closer to Quinn and Bailey here.

  “I’ve experienced that a few times now.” He smiled, as if remembering something pleasant.

  I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he was picturing. Despite our precarious situation, it was impossible to ignore the passion that ignited when I was with Mason. My body warmed remembering the sunsets I watched while tucked in his arms. “And it’s nice, isn’t it? More natural?”

  “The best part was waking up next to you, but I understand the appeal of the sun too.”

  I was right about the images in his mind. “One day we will have a home with large windows.” It was a fantasy, the type Quinn would spin to entertain us both.

  “Yes we will.” He kissed me, and his stubble tickled my face. He had shaved sometime after I left. Based on our time in the woods, he would be close to a beard again very quickly.

  I enjoyed the kiss for a few moments before snapping back to reality. “But first we have to get out of here with Quinn and Bailey.”

  “And,” He pressed his lips against my ear. “Addison.”

  I forced down my reaction. He was telling me carefully for a reason. What if we were being observed? “Oh.” What I wanted to say was why is she here? How could he let her step into so much danger?

  “Sometimes we can’t stop someone from making a decision they want to make.” His eyes were saying so many different things at once.

  “Yes. I can relate to that.” I wasn’t entirely sure if he was referring to Addison or me. Maybe he meant both of us.

  “I’m starting to.” He pulled me tightly against him. “At least I’m trying.”

  The door burst open, and we both startled. We were so close I could hear his heart beat.

  “Good morning.” Dr. Tardale walked in. He was dressed identically to what he’d been wearing the last time I saw him, but there were no wrinkles in the fabric suggesting he must have owned multiple versions of the same things.

  “Can we help you?” Mason sat up, effectively blocking me from the doctor’s view.

  “Yes, you can. It seems Kayla’s blood work was contaminated.”

  “Contaminated?” I sputtered out “How is that possible?”

  “Most likely the result of sloppy work by a lab tech. We will need to take another sample.” His voice was cold and emotionless. It made sense, he wasn’t the one giving the blood, and he could care less about my comfort.

  “Another?” A blood draw wasn’t a huge procedure, but they’d taken so much the last time I had nearly passed out. I never wanted to feel so weak again.

  “Yes. I apologize, but it must be done.” There was no apology in his voice. He didn’t care what he did to me, but for some reason he wanted Mason to think he did.

  “Absolutely not.” Mason’s whole body shook and his muscles tensed. “She doesn’t have to undergo more tests. You said you needed to wait for the results. It’s not our fault your staff is incompetent.”

  “She cannot leave without us having time to adequately analyze her potential for breeding.” Dr. Tardale walked further into the room, around the bed, so he was in my line of sight. His eyes were hard, and I knew further argument would be futile.

  "I will consent to more blood." I hung my head. I didn't want another needle in my arm but fighting wouldn't help our cause.

  "I don't want her in unnecessary pain. What's to say it won't get contaminated again?" Mason wasn’t backing down as easily as I was.

  "I will have Dr. Morton run it himself."

  I touched Mason’s back, hoping he understood we couldn’t fight this. We couldn’t leave without Quinn and Bailey.

  "This is the last time." Mason put his larger hand over mine that was balled in a fist on the bed.

  "I understand." Dr. Tardale left the room closing the door behind him.

  "You don't have to go through this." Mason starred at the door long after it closed.

  "I can handle it. There are worse things." Like what they had been doing to Bailey. She was too young to be subjected to such horrible experiences. We’d promised her a better life, and I would do anything to honor my word. In here we were nothing more than lab rats, and she deserved so much more than that.

  "I know." He turned to me. “I know all too well.”

  We fell into silence and my mind went to the future. How was I going to get to Quinn? How was I going to get them out? And where would we go after? There were too many variables, too many ways things could go wrong even if I had a plan. Which I didn't. The first step was getting through more blood work. In the scheme of things, that was the easy part.

  Fifteen

  Mason

  I watched through the window after being thrown out again by Dr. Morton. He’d suggested, in not so subtle terms, I take the time to read over a report. The numbers on the sheet meant nothing to me; however, a name did. Buried in the numbers was the name Denver had assumed—Nevers. I searched the words for more—searching for a pattern that would explain things, and finally one appeared. All the years since leaving the system faded away, and I suddenly remembered repeating numbers over and over while a man in a white lab coat observed. They had been games back then—or rather tests. At least that’s what I’d been told.

  “I’ll be taking that.” I jumped as the paper was pulled from my hands.

  I turned, preparing to fight, but the adrenaline faded when I realized it was Denver.

  He smiled in the calm way of his that was maddening. “Has Maverick remembered you yet?”

  “No. I doubt he will.” There had been no ounce of
recollection, and to be fair I didn’t remember him all that well myself.

  “Oh he will. Well, he’ll remember more about himself and who he is really is anyway. The brainwashing isn’t permanent. Eventually everyone remembers.” He caught my eye, in a way that made his comment seem more personal.

  “How can you be so sure?” I glanced down the empty hallway. It appeared we were alone, but appearances can often be deceiving.

  “Because being sure is the only option. Otherwise we’re done for.” Denver swung his arms. “Life is shaped by the way you view it.”

  “You are hanging all of our hopes on him?” I gestured to the window. Maverick was speaking to Kayla. Had I missed the blood draw? I was wracked with guilt that I had agreed to allow it in the first place. But as Kayla would remind me if she could, it wasn’t my decision to make. I didn’t have the power to “allow” or “disallow” anything regarding her even if I wanted to.

  “Not all, but he’s part of the plan. And he’s come through already.” Denver held up the paper.

  I looked up and all around again searching for the cameras I knew how to be there. “Should we be talking this freely?”

  “I’ve taken care of all that.” Denver’s eyes twinkled.

  “How? And if that’s the case, tell me what’s up with your name?” He claimed we weren’t being recorded, but it seemed reckless to come out and use words like fake.

  “You all are so focused on the name. It’s just a name. There are bigger things out there.” He looked up at the white ceiling dotted ever so often by florescent light fixtures.

  “It’s important because your name is the only reason we are in here.” I wasn’t sure where I’d be without Denver’s help, and it wasn’t a good feeling. I was used to relying on myself. I barely knew Denver—and I was starting to realize there was even more to him than I originally assumed. The unknown would have been one thing if it were only my well-being on the line, but Kayla’s safety was hanging in the balance too.

  “But we’re in here. The how doesn’t matter.” He shuffled his boots on the white floor. Everything in Central was white, and the monochrome color scheme was disorienting.