“I’ll consider it.” Darkness turned away from them, cursing under his breath, making it clear he wasn’t pleased.

Justice smiled again. “Good. Do that and let me know when you make a decision. For now you’re in charge of the Jeanie Shiver situation. Just make sure True’s dick doesn’t get in the way of him being responsible. He seems too attached to her.”

Fury nodded. “I wasn’t rational when it came to Ellie.”

Darkness stared at him. “I don’t understand.”

“She worked for Mercile where I was kept, the way this female did with True. I wanted to hate Ellie at first but those emotions quickly changed. I went from wanting to strangle her to feeling the overriding desire to get her na**d on my bed. It took me a while to realize I wanted her for a mate.”

“I’ll watch for the signs.” Darkness paused. “There might be a problem with that. Flirt seems equally protective of her.”

“Make sure they don’t fight.” Justice gave Darkness a hard look and then glanced at Fury. “Let’s go soothe Tim’s temper somewhat. He’s got a right to feel anger but he needs to learn how to express it better.”

“I vote that we make Brawn deal with him.”

Justice chuckled. “Don’t tempt me, Fury. Tim is his father-by-mating. We can’t push that kind of stress his way. Becca won’t appreciate us pitting her males against each other either.”

Chapter Six

Jeanie knew she needed to wake. Something important had happened but her mind struggled to remember what. She managed to force her eyes open against the temptation to go back to sleep, only to stare up at a white ceiling. She blinked a few times.

“Jeanie,” a male voice rasped.

The bed dipped a little and she looked in that direction. The familiar face took a moment to identify and with it, the memories returned as she stared at 710. He was bent forward in a chair, elbows on his knees, his chin resting on his upraised fists. His dark-brown eyes looked almost black in the dim light.

She glanced around, stunned to find she wasn’t still in a hospital bed. “Where am I?” Her heart rate accelerated as fear slammed into her. “This can’t be a prison.” She stared at him again. “This is a bedroom.”

“It’s mine. I refused to allow them to transfer you to Fuller.”

She tried to piece together what had happened once she’d learned they were sending her to the same place Dean Polanitis had been taken. Embarrassment set in. “I attacked people, didn’t I?”

“You bloodied a human’s nose with the back of your head and kneed Jericho where it hurts the most. They’re both fine.”

She swallowed hard. “Jericho is the big one with the reddish eyes, right?”

“That’s him.”

“I’m so sorry. He was nice to me.” No guilt surfaced over the human since he’d been a jerk. She moved her arms, glad neither wrist sported handcuffs as she sat up. “I didn’t mean to freak out. I need to apologize to him.”

He leaned back. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You were terrified and reacted accordingly.”

She hugged her chest, thinking hard. “I don’t remember anything after that.” Her gaze held his. “Did I attack you too?” She’d be horrified if she had.

“No. I picked you up before any more damage could occur and a nurse gave you a sedative.”

It explained why she had a blank spot in her memory. “I wasn’t lying. I worked for Agent Terry Brice. He’s real.”

“I know you believe that.”

“I met him. He’s in his mid-fifties, overweight and sweats a lot. He called and came to see me the day after I contacted the NSO tip line. He showed me a badge. Please believe me.”

“I do.”

“Thank you, 710.” She felt immense gratitude.

“I took the name True. Please use it.”

“I like it.” She bit her lower lip, studying him. “Why did you pick it? May I ask?”

“I saw a lot of my kind attempting to fit in after we were freed, by acting different than who they really were. I wanted to stay true to my nature. It seemed fitting.”

“That’s beautiful.” It touched her that he was so thoughtful. He hadn’t spoken to her much at Drackwood but he’d always seemed highly intelligent. She’d grown to care more about him every time they’d had any interaction. There had been attraction and something deeper. “I think you have a nice name, True.”

“Tell me more about this human.”

“What do you want to know? He flew in every few weeks and we kept in contact through the disposable cell phone. He’d leave me text messages since I had to hide it. I’d call him back or I’d check the phone to find out where we were supposed to meet next.”

“Why hide it?”

“Both Drackwood and Cornas invaded our privacy in every way imaginable and I’m sure Security monitored our phone conversations even when we weren’t at work. That’s why I had the disposable cell. I paid cash for it and added minutes when I ran low. I kept it off so it wouldn’t ring and kept it inside a sealed plastic bag buried in a park near the places I lived. I bought the same model phone that I used as my personal cell and would just snap in the battery when I checked it. That way I could keep charging it without someone wondering why I had a spare charger when I didn’t have a second phone.”