Page 57 of Bound

“I don’t understand.”

“They infected you with a virus. But not any virus—this one has a code which can disable any tech, especially weapons tech.”

“What?” I reel back, sitting down heavily on a chair opposite him.

“Using you as a host, they could get in anywhere. What they didn’t plan for was the pirates they paid to transport you to sell you on instead of completing their job. The Drahon have been looking for you ever since.”

“So, I’m not sick?” I’m struggling to come to terms with being a science experiment. “But I am sick. I feel…I felt so bad.”

“It’s not like the Drahon care how you feel, but your body’s been getting used to the changes in your DNA. I had hoped with my care it would have happened faster, but it seems my care was not enough.”

“I want the virus out of me,” I snap. “I want it gone, not taking me over faster.”

“Then it seems we are all going to be looking for both Rych and the Drahon. They’re the only ones who can do it.” Fenek spreads his hands out on his desktop. “Believe me, I’ve tried everything to find a way for you.” He shakes his head. “But the Drahon are the only ones who have the tech to do it.”

“Then it’s about time we found them and showed them what happens when you mess with the Gryn and their mates,” Maxym growls. “It’s time to go get Rych.”

RYCH

I’ve had better nova-days. The Loxzian wire was removed whilst I was unconscious, but instead I’m pinned out on an X-shaped bed, naked.

The Drahon male was correct. Whatever it was they gave me provided me with dreams of perfect enjoyment. Dreams of my Chrissie and all the things I want to do to her.

I pull at my bonds, and the things slacken a little under the strain. Wherever I am, it has a scent I recognize. Aging food, no hygiene, the foul odor of the Drahon.

I have been here before, I just can’t remember why. But given my current predicament, I’m most likely going to find out.

I toss my head from side to side, freeing myself from the strap which runs over my forehead, until I hear a scraping sound and duck back under it.

“It’s awake, my lady,” an obsequious voice says.

“Good.” The face of Felia looms into my vision, and bright lights come on, pointing directly into my eyes.

I make a show of wincing.

“Yes, yes, poor Gryn. Does that hurt?” she croons with absolutely no warmth. “You have sensitive eyes, don’t you, sillycreatures.” She runs her hand down my torso and on down my thigh. “As well as other sensitive areas.”

With a will I’ve dredged up from somewhere, I manage not to react. I need to know what they want before I do what I need to do.

Instead I offer her a wet smile.

“Narcotic still in your system, I see.” Her face is stony. “We’ll have to change that.”

“Wha’ do you want with me?” I shove the words through fangs and my tongue to continue the ruse.

She gives me a pitying glance as she draws up blue liquid into a hypo-syringe.

“I want what all Drahon want. Revenge. But where you are concerned, I want my very own Gryn gladiator. You came to the previous chief scientist without memory, and he thought you worthless, but I think you will be absolutely perfect for what I have in mind.”

“What about the human?” I ask, knowing I’m pushing my luck, but I have to find out if the Drahon have her.

My cocks have swelled at the thoughts of Chrissie and Felia is glaring at them in disgust.

“The human carrier?” Felia gives me a sharp look. “Will wonders never cease. You’ve found your mate, haven’t you?” She shakes her head. “Disgusting creatures. Why do you persist in growing your young inside another?”

Whatever these Drahon are, wherever they have come from and whatever they want from me or any other Gryn, they are absurd, and I’m going to make sure they pay for taking me away from my mate.

Starting with this one.

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