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“No. You’re safe here. I promise.”

  Joy had chosen to abandon him. He had pride. “Get out, Joy. Go.” He saw surprise in her eyes. “Get off my lap. Don’t touch me again. I don’t want your pity.”

  “466,” she whispered, reaching for his face again.

  He reacted by rolling, dumping her gently on the concrete floor, and scooted away until he could climb to his feet. He backed up to the wall of the cage, watching her, as he fought his emotions. Pain and anger were evenly matched.

  “Get someone else to tell me what has happened. I don’t trust you anymore.”

  Joy wiped at her tears as she watched 466 put as much distance between them as possible. Telling him so much had been a mistake. She hadn’t wanted to lie to him or risk him trying to escape, believing they were both in danger from Mercile. She’d forgotten how protective he was until he’d kicked the cell door closed in an attempt to protect her. The key to his shackles was out of his reach where she’d tossed it but he could take the door key if he wanted. It was inside her pocket where she’d slipped it after stepping into his cell.

  “Please, 466.” She wasn’t above begging. Guilt was something she’d lived with since the day she’d packed her bags and driven away from that motel in the desert. “Listen to me.”

  “No.” He curled his upper lip to reveal his sharp canines. “Get out. I am not yours anymore. Is my name really Moon? I chose that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Stop calling me a number then.” He glared at her and growled in a menacing way. “I told you I’d never take a human name.”

  The professional part of her was happy to see that he seemed coherent and retained the information she’d given him. He had every right to be furious and reject her help after she’d betrayed his trust. It hurt that he wanted her to go. A selfish part of her was tempted to leave him for a few hours in hope that he’d forget what she’d said so they could start over again. Lesson learned. He hates me now that he understands some of what happened between us.

  “Moon, I’m not leaving you. We need to figure out what is going on so I can help.”

  “I don’t want you near me.”

  Don’t cry again. Her feelings didn’t matter. “You aren’t lucid often but you are right now. Are you in any physical pain? Does anything hurt? Are you suffering a headache? Nausea?” She wasn’t a medical doctor but she was pretty sure they’d want to know that to gauge the effects of the drug. “It’s important.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest, glanced down at the chains, and anger wrinkled his nose. “My body is fine.”

  “Any weakness in any of your limbs?”

  “No. The bands aren’t comfortable but I’ve lived with worse.”

  “Any numbness in your fingers? Toes?”

  He flexed his hands. “No.”

  She was relieved to hear it. It wasn’t a drug designed to target his pain centers to drive him insane. “What about your emotions? Do you feel off? Are you having a hard time focusing or following our conversation now? How is your eyesight? Your hearing? Any buzzing in your ears or can you hear your own heartbeat?”

  “Get out, Joy.”

  “Damn it, Moon. Please answer me before I leave.”

  “I feel normal.”

  And very angry but she didn’t attribute that to any physical symptoms. “When you first saw me, you didn’t know who I was. Did it just come back to you? Was it fast as if you suddenly knew or was it slower?”

  He leaned back against the bars and his chin lifted as he continued to regard her with that grim expression. “You were familiar but I didn’t know why. I focused on a memory and it got stronger until I knew you.”

  “Do you remember being at Mercile?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you remember being freed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you remember Homeland now?”

  Some of the tension left his face as he searched his memory. “No.”

  “What is the last thing you do remember?”

  “Being in your office and wanting you to sit on my lap.”

  She slowly got to her feet. “Try to focus on when I left.”

  The anger returned. “I don’t have to. You told me what happened.”

  “Try. I am here to help you. Let me.”

  “Get my new therapist.”

  “There isn’t one.” She remembered what had been said about Dr. Kregkor and shuddered. No way did she want someone New Species talked about that way anywhere near Moon. “Don’t you want out of this cell? Out of those chains?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Talk to me then. Answer my questions and let’s figure this out. Please.”

  He closed his eyes and his expression cleared. She wondered if he planned to ignore her or if he was attempting to do as she asked. A few prompts might help.

  “One day I was there and the next day you probably were told I was gone. I left late at night after bed check.”

  His eyes snapped open and a snarl erupted. “I went to your office but the guard said you weren’t in it. I thought you were running late but she said you no longer worked there. I believed you were fired but then the human said you’d quit.”

  “That’s good.” It showed he could fix on a point in time and force the memories to surface.

  “There was nothing good about it.” His arms uncrossed and his hands fisted at his sides. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

  “I meant that it’s encouraging that you are able to remember if you focus on a point in time.”

  “You owed me more than to leave without speaking to me first.” He pushed away from the wall, taking a step closer. “How could you do that?”

  “I had no choice.”

  “They lied to me? You were removed by force?”

  “No.” It was tempting to lie to defuse his anger but she wouldn’t stoop that low. “The attraction between us was growing stronger and I knew I couldn’t resist you anymore. That’s why I had to leave.”

  He took another step closer and paused. “You were ashamed that you wanted me? An animal half-breed?”

  “No!” A smart person would continue this discussion from the other side of the bars but Joy ignored that reasoning. Moon could be frightening, intimidating. He might snarl and flash those dangerous teeth of his but she’d bet her life—was, in fact—that he wouldn’t harm her. “Of course not. I explained this dozens of times. I was your doctor and it wasn’t right if we had a physical relationship.”

  “You said it would be taking advantage of me.” He took another long stride and paused inches from her, making her tilt her head back to keep eye contact. “Do I look weak?”

  “No. It was your emotional state I was referring to. Do you remember that?”

  He moved fast and she flinched without meaning to when one of his large hands suddenly gripped her jaw, holding her head still. She instinctively clutched his arm, avoiding the shackle at his wrist. She didn’t struggle or try to jerk free. His hold wasn’t painful but it was firm.

  “They would have found out even if I was willing to toss my ethics aside. I would have been fired and promptly removed. They probably would have had to file criminal charges against me just to safeguard the location.”

  “Moon,” he rasped, bending a little so their faces were closer. “You don’t know me as that name, do you? I can hear it when you speak. You easily say 466 but hesitate before you say Moon. You never saw me after I left site four. Did I recently pick this name?”

  “I don’t know exactly when you took it.”

  “How long has it been since you left me?”

  “I’d rather not answer that. I think you’ve had enough shocks for one day.” Plus, he had a good grip on her face. She wasn’t totally stupid, despite some of her questionable choices when it came to him.

  “Weeks?”

  She remained silent.

  His eyes narrowed. “Months?”

  “Moon, I really—”

  “A year?” He spo