She was being dragged back around the corner and out of sight. The major's head had turned in her direction, or so that seemed to have been the case.
Dammit! I've got to get loose. Something's going on in that laboratory, and it can't be good. X could be hurt. Or worse.
The Hareema agent strode down the hall, dragging her behind him like a sack of potatoes. Sylvie was doing all she could to slow him, but nothing was working. She'd fallen to her knees, but he'd tugged her back up, putting even more pressure on her injured throat. The pain had forced her back to her feet, but she refused to give up.
The corridor split in two directions, and the Hareema took the left fork. Soon they were striding down a familiar hallway, one that was lined with cells where the Zantharians kept their live specimen before they dissected them. Her pulse jumped, terror climbing up in her chest and pressing down like some horrible monstrous presence.
No. Not again. I won't let them strap me to a table and cut me open.
She dropped once more to her knees, then all the way to her bottom, concentrating on being as heavy and immovable as she could be. The Hareema pulled her hard but she didn't give in, even though her throat was on fire and her wrists were aching against the bindings.
He dragged her down the hall as tears fell from her eyes due to a combination of pain and panic. The Hareema stopped at the entrance to a cell and lifted his hand to enter, pausing only because of a loud voice from behind them.
"Stop!"
Sylvie's head whipped around to see who had spoken. The major! She almost cried out in delight, but her throat wouldn't cooperate.
"Where are you going with the Earthling?" He hurried down the hallway with a grimace on his handsome face. "And how did you get possession of her? She's been locked in the chamber with the regent for hours."
The Hareema scowled. "I have orders to confine her. Mind your own business."
Little flecks of yellow popped up on the major's green skin. Anger.
