Yet he didn’t feel sure he could trust their decision if he told them everything.
“Well.” He shuffled in his boots, looked around at each of them.
What to say?
Cyn thrust herself to her feet on the other side of her chair. The chair wobbled and almost fell. She swayed her ass and hips, under that black dress. In sympathy, the dress swayed bewitchingly.
“I will answer this.”
“Cyn—” He shot her a stern glare.
After a glance at him and a twist of her lips, she continued.
“I fell from the top floor after escaping from a Ghoul Lord who was trying to eat me.”
That pulled their attention up to her face, and not her legs, where her thighs showed beneath that ultra-short flared skirt.
“I broke off a tentacle—they have these white disgusting tentacles, revolting things.” She shuddered. “That seemed to bother it enough that I could run for the edge. Their guards shot at me, but when I fell Vargr scooped me out of the air and took me away to a safe place. I owe my life to him, even if he cannot lie to save his life, or mine.”
She inhaled, slowly, dramatically, squeezing more of her tits above the neckline.
“I can’t remember anything much at all of my time above, but I’m told five years has gone by since they invaded Earth. As Vargr said, I have nanomachines in me like you do. Perhaps that helped me survive? I really don’t know, but I do know I am one of you. I can even see in the dark, the same as you can. I figure, given time I will find out more about these nanites inside me. Though I’d prefer not to grow horns.”
She gifted them a secretive smile that made Vargr think of a cat viewing a congregation of mice. Not the best look. He thought about facepalming but only pressed his lips together.
“Anyway, Vargr and I have bonded. I am his and he is mine. You know? Love in the apocalypse etcetera.”
She cocked her head, and he decided he’d never heard a less sincere declaration of love, ever. He wanted to reach over and shake her, growl at her, then fuck her on the table. Such bare-ass, bare-knuckle courage. He kind of envied her balls.
“So. I want to find out who I am. To do that I will need your help.” She clasped her hands beneath her chin and peered out at them. “Please help me. You’re my only hope.”
Obi wan-Kenobi, his cynical mind filled in. What next, a hologram popping from somewhere?
She bowed to them, then demurely sat.
Jesus H.
After a stunned silence, Boaz cleared his throat then raised his eyebrows at Vargr. “Is this the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you for that clarification, and Cyn, thank you for your honesty.” He blinked a few times. “You are the only human known to have escaped the Ghoul Lords, ever. A significant event. What you have said is stunning. What youare, that is a whole other matter. We will have to consider this information without either of you present. Vargr.”
“Yes?”
“Take her to where we have the Lure-affected humans. It’s in the hotel gym. Chain her there, securely. Make sure the guards know she is to be watched.” He rose to his feet and the others followed. Once they were all standing, Boaz added, “Thank you, again. Whatever we decide, we know you have done what you thought best.”
They hadn’t even asked to see her eyes more closely.
“Thank you.” He nodded to Boaz then to all them, put his hand to the small of Cyn’s back and ushered her out. “I have words for you.”
“Promises, promises.” She graced him with that infuriating smirk. It was a combo of cute, sexy, and teasing, all at once.
The things he was going to do to her ass, once he figured out what he was most upset about. Her telling the truth when he knew he was going to have to anyway?
Or the way she seemed to mock love and bondmating?
Or that she might have just doomed herself? That was the worst of it. Though he wasn’t sure what else he could’ve done, except for using a more factual tone and a less patronizing?—
