“I can order a shipment of supplies, food, clothing, and medicine delivered to your tribe within hours. Enough to last you for months.”
“Months?”
“Yes. Medic Haggard would travel to where you live and give treatments to your people there so they would not have to come to the dome. You mentioned some were sick.”
“There are. No one in my tribe is sick, but in other tribes, I’ve noticed that once someone gets really sick, they don’t get better.”
“Our medicine is more advanced and works faster than any human medicine. I’m sure you’ve noticed the change in your health after just one treatment. Your coloring is looking healthier, and you’ve even gained some much-needed weight for your frame. You have not coughed once after that treatment. You are getting another treatment today and will notice strength returning and stamina. My people also have helped other tribes build more livable quarters with running water, bathing units, and beds. Underground shops are being built so that tribes can have official trading places.”
“What? I didn’t know that. It sounds amazing. You saidactual beds? Like what’s here?”
He chuckled at her singular thoughts. “Better than what is here. Drastan sheets are much softer.”
He could see her thinking about his offer. She bit her bottom lip, and it made him growl with the desire to nibble on those lips himself. Did she know the effect she had on him? Her beautiful green eyes held suspicion.
“What do you want in return?”
Logan almost said he wanted a kiss. He wanted her kiss to be freely given, not in exchange for something he would give her, regardless.
“I need answers about the raid and the tribe members involved.”
She placed her fork on the plate and folded her arms. “I’m not saying anything.”
“I have two days to get answers from you. Less than that. If I don’t get those answers, they have ordered me to hand you over to Dome Leader Winstead. It will then be out of my hands to intervene or help you.”
“I can’t betray my brother.”
That was the first time she specifically mentioned having a family member here. “Okay. Let’s start from the beginning. What’s your full name?”
“Faith Olivia Lincoln.”
“Who is your brother?”
“Felix Dexter Lincoln of the Northwest Brooklyn Tribe.”
“Was your brother leading the raid?”
“No.”
“Who led the raid?”
She was quiet.
“Faith. Tell me something.”
“If I tell you, my tribe will suffer.”
“I can’t promise to save everyone, Faith, but I will do what I can to make sure that whoever is involved is given fair treatment. Did your brother lead this attack?”
“Not my brother, but there were multiple tribes involved. We had little choice.”
“Why would your brother allow you to be placed in such a dangerous situation?”
“Like I said, they did not give us much choice about it.”
“Who planned it?” He could see her thinking and knew she was about to give him the answers.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” she said.
