Page 75 of Rebel Fates

“I moved you in here.” He shrugs. “I thought you would be more comfortable.”

“Did you drug me?” I glance down at my naked form. “Or do…anythingelse?”

“I didn’t harm you,” he states, but didn’t really answer my questions.

I look down at the gigantic bed and then back at him. “What are you expecting from me?”

“Honesty,” he says simply.

“What?” I wasn’t expecting that answer. “What do you mean?”

“I need you to tell me how you are feeling—physically, and I suppose emotionally as well.”

“Why does that matter to you?”

“Do you want me to help you survive this transformation?” he answers with a question.

I think about the guys, and wonder if they would have helped me. “What do you mean byhelp?”

Now, he ignores my question and asks without judgment, “Were you thinking about the Hathoran males? You bonded with them, emotionally, as well as physically?” He is quite astute. I’ll give him that.

I frown.

“I said I wanted honesty,” he reminds me with a light scolding to his voice.

“Then I expect it from you too,” I retort, my irritation clear. However, I probably do need to tell him what I’m going through if I’m to survive this. And he isn’t stupid. He will know if I’m lying. I sigh. “I was thinking of them. Part of me misses them. I don’t know why. I barely know them.”

“It’s because they activated a change in you on a fundamental level. And even if they didn’t initially intend to, they helped you when you were escaping the Tirbilians.”

“So, it’s just biology?” I ask. “And gratitude?”

“I don’t know your heart.” Crax stands and walks toward me.

I shift back against the headboard and pull my knees and the blanket to my chest.

He stops his approach. “Do you fear me?”

I gulp and finally nod. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I will not take you against your will.”

I’m not sure what to say to that. I don’t think ‘thanks’is the appropriate response.

“If I will need lots of sex soon, how do you plan to help me?” I ask.

“I will ease your needs if it’s necessary, and only if you ask me.”

Crax doesn’t sound like he wants to take advantage of me. “But you don’t want me?”

“I didn’t say that.” He turns his head away as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Oh,” I whisper, realizing Crax doesn’t want me to want him just out of some primal need.

Turning back to me, I can feel his stare through the mask. He asks, “Do you desire the Hathorans? Crave their touch?”

I feel nervous answering him. My experiences have taught menotto be honest, even if it seems like he wants the truth. This might be a trap. And if I say yes, Crax might lose his shit.

“Truth,” he says.

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