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It leaves me to wonder what would happen when she does get pregnant and have my child. What then?
And I still have to figure out how to fix the flag on her record.
With so much going on in my sector and my fortress, my biggest dilemma was how could I keep Jamie safe?
Finished with my task of rubbing the cream in her back. I scoot off the bed. “You should probably get some rest. Tomorrow, your new maid will be here. She’ll be new to the fortress so Willa will be with her until she is comfortable with her duties.”
“Are you leaving?”
“I think I should. I have a busy day ahead of me. As will you. It’s my understanding that you haven’t had a proper tour of thefortress since you’ve been here. I’d like for you to familiarize yourself with the structure.”
I slide into my pants and pick up the rest of my clothes on the floor. “Goodnight Jamie.”
“Goodnight, Draken,” she replies softly.
I want to stay with her but I know if I do, I would end up putting her in danger. If people were aware that I’m getting closer to her beyond trying to impregnate her, she could be used against me.
For now I would keep her at a safe distance until I can figure out what’s happening in the fortress.
Chapter
Eighteen
JAMIE
Another day has passed and I’m hit with a new emotion.
Boredom.
Even now, as I stare out the window on the snowy estate, I find the need to get out of this room and do something, anything. At the manor, Noah had encouraged that I read. Willa had given me an e-device where I could access most forms of entertainment media but I wasn’t sure how to use it and I was too embarrassed to ask.
When I first arrived, I was perfectly fine staring at the walls and clinging to the numb, and sleeping most of the day away. But now that something had been awakened in me, I’m starting to feel human again. And I blame the Sector Leader.
Last night was so surreal. Did I really get into the shower with Draken and do lewd things to him without being told? Was I under some kind of spell? More than anything, I wished I could speak to my sister. Maybe she would understand what’s happening to me. And then I remember the last time I saw her. She probably thinks I’m some ungrateful brat.
Maybe I am. I was so wrapped up in my own pain, and resentment that I was unwilling to let anyone in, even my ownfamily. I wish I hadn’t spent that time in the Sector 6 manor pushing everyone away.
I regret judging Noah so harshly now that I find myself in the same predicament. Is this love? It can’t be. We haven’t known each other long enough for such deep feelings to develop. And can I feel anything other than contempt toward asuperious?
Then why do I feel so bereft when he’s not here? Why did I dream about him? Why can’t I stop thinking about how my body comes alive from a simple touch? His touch to be specific.
Draken is full of surprises. I’ve seen a side of him that I didn’t expect. But I also realize he’s holding something back. He’d hinted that something was going on at the fortress but he didn’t elaborate. When he said he wanted me to get to know the layout, it almost felt like a coded message.
I wondered if it had something to do with those awful maids I had to deal with that first week. His personal attendant Johra had been distant but he wasn’t as bad as those two.
Rhia and Sahra reminded me a lot of Lynsey in the way they treated other homo sapiens. There had been people on the commune whose personalities didn’t gel with mine but living under the authority of the Registry, I learned how anyone with just the tiniest sliver of power used it to subjugate others.
And now that I was a breeder, I’d be bringing a child into this fucked up world. I absently touched my stomach. I’d never thought about having children, until now.
Even when I’d been given the breeder designation I didn’t think of actually carrying anyone’s child, but now I wondered what would happen when or if I became pregnant? I couldn’t assume that I would get the privilege as Noah. Not that I want to be Draken’s bride. Or did I?
I’m so confused.
I’m rescued from my chaotic thoughts when the door to my room opens. Willa steps in followed by another dark clade maidI didn’t recognize. This woman had a round, pleasant face with skin even darker than mine. Her hair is pulled back in a tight bun. She’s tall. Very tall, standing nearly a head taller than Willa. Her cheek bones are high and she possesses dark eyes that are tilted upward at the corner. She was by far one of the most stunning women I’d ever laid eyes on.
It surprises me that she’s not someone’s companion. Usually, young people who thesuperiousconsidered attractive were often given the companion designation.
“Good day, Miss,” Willa gives me a friendly smile as she walks in with a basket of random items in her arm.
