I snorted a little at getting caught boning up for him, but went and sat down opposite him instead of jumping him. “You look good sitting there, Mister Fancy Pants.”
I swear he gave a please little wiggle as he grinned before returning to his reading.
“Explain the case to me,” I said. “Quillan’s out there shutting the place down, right? Are we declaring war on the Americangovernment by doing that? Like, who’s going to do what with the bad guys who don’t die?”
He set his iPad on the table beside him and crossed his legs. Why was that so sexy? I literally wanted to ride him where he sat! And he was clearly enjoying the fact that he could obviously smell me getting turned on.
“The Coalition has an agreement with the federal government wherein we agree to keep our identities hidden and abide by all local, state, and federal laws like any good citizen should. They’ve agreed to allow us to police our own people, educate them, advocate for them, et cetera.”
“But nowhere in any of that does it say they get to experiment on you all.”
“Correct. So Quillan will go in like an inspection team to suss out whether violations have occurred, collect relevant evidence to show that they have, and present the case to our people and theirs in pursuit of justice.”
“Hmm…” I was just a teensy bit disappointed that the lawyers were going to handle things instead of the dudes with very big guns. I didn’t want arrests—I wanted hangings. “But isn’t it possible the government knows about that place and what they’re doing? What if that’s true?”
“Barnabas said it was true, but we still need evidence to prove it.” Hamilton smiled in a way that made me shiver. He was all human, but that grin was full of danger. “The agreement was to stop us from taking over the human world. We agreed to allow them to live and thrive. I’d like to think they don’t want to risk destroying that agreement.”
“Because you’ll fucking eat them all.” I smiled, too.
He chuckled. “Careful, little human, you sound like a monster.”
I stalked over to him and forced him to make room for me to sit on his lap facing him. Grinding my stiffening cock against hisabs, I ran my fingers through his hair, messing it up, and tipped his head back. “I’m proud to be monster by injection.”
He laughed again and cupped my ass in his hands, encouraging me to grind on him harder. “And you call me wicked…”
I stared down at his chiseled, beautiful face. He’d been through so much, suffered such awful things, and I didn’t want him to be punished for what he’d done to get us out of there. But it was sounding like an episode ofLaw and Orderand not at all like what I wanted, the explosive summer blockbuster where all the bad guys died at the end.
“Are you going to be in trouble for killing people?”
“I could make a case showing just cause for my actions when we escaped.”
But I could tell that a part of him didn’t want to, and he hadn’t mentioned those he’d fed from.
“If you don’t, I will.” I kissed him, and then said, “Nobody puts my baby in a cage and doesn’t pay.”
Chapter
Eight
I’LL CARRY YOUR BAGGAGE
Despite trying to avoid them, yet another spritz of whatever chemical they’re using to keep me in bat form catches me in the face. I’ve recently clued in to the fact that this means they’re about to collect another sample. My heart starts pounding, and I bare my fangs at the humans on the other side of the window. I know it’s useless, my displays of rage, but I can’t help it. Not one of them sees me as the person I am!
“Look at me!” I snarl at them and beat a fist against the glass. “I’m not an animal!”
Two of them flinch, but they don’t look up. I’ve caught her looking before, pity in her eyes, but she’s never done anything to help me. That’s almost worse than being ignored. Like most of the others, he has never looked at me, only at the instruments in front of him. He won’t risk seeing me, only the work.
A panel drops down in the wall beside me. I’m fast, but the robotic arm that shoots out at me is faster. It clamps onto my wrist like a vice and yanks my arm upward. I tear at the joints of the thing, trying to reach beneath the surface to destroy it and make it release me. My talons can rip through so many things, but not this metal. Whatever this is, I’ve never been able to do more than dent it.
Suddenly, my other wrist is grabbed, and then I’m slammed back against the wall behind me. One of my wings is outstretched to the side, but the other wasn’t open enough and now it’s crushed behind me. I cry out in pain, knowing at least one of the struts is broken. I don’t want them to see the animalistic rage in me, but I can’t help roaring at them in my pain.
Something new happens then. They’ve never restrained my ankles before, but now I’m caught twice more and held spread-eagle against the wall. Could this mean someone’s coming in?
“Good morning,” a voice that I’ve come to hate says smoothly. Tall, blond, with blue eyes that are full of evil intent, his German accent is just strong enough to notice. “If you will recall, I am Doctor Edsel Barnabas, and you are my patient in this facility.”
“I’m not a patient. I’m a prisoner!”
“Today,” he said as though I hadn’t spoken, “we are going to take a new sort of sample. While the blood and tissue samples have been most informative, I do believe there is so much we could learn from your semen.”
