Chapter 95 Chapter 95
When she had the urge to lick his injury, she jerked her head up and rocked back onto her heels further away from him. She bit her tongue, like it was going to lick him without her permission. Cat, remember, she told herself. Probably a normal animal thing to do. Right? She exhaled and tried to settle down again. “Has the injury been bothering you?”
“My whole arm, both arms, are pretty much f… numb now. I tried to tell that idiot guard this when I couldn’t eat… because I can’t feel my arms…” He shut his mouth with a click of his teeth.
Standing up, she looked at the chains, they were shortened by hooking the links through some sort of clip in the wall. It was probably against the rules, but rules were the last thing on her mind right now. Stepping behind him, she opened the clip and pulled the link out. His hand dropped to the floor with a clank. “Sorry,” she whispered. Moving over she did the same to his other arm.
Squatting down, she looked at the chain attached to the collar. “I don’t know how to work this one, I think I need a key.” She knelt beside him again, then noticed the scrapes along his jaw. “Yesterday was my first time in here.”
“Mine too.” He said in a monotone voice, as he rubbed his wrist and flexed his fingers to return the feeling.
Shae cringed at his tone. The chances of him helping her was going to be slim. If she ever got up the nerve to ask him. “I’m going to clean up your jaw.”
He tilted his head, giving her access.
Pulling her bag over, she got what she needed and gently started to wipe the blood away. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she did. “I-I, uh…” she exhaled, “I need your help.”
He turned his head as far as the collar allowed and looked at her, his brilliant eyes giving her a ‘you’ve got to be joking’ glare.
Dropping her hands into her lap she bit her bottom lip. “I know, it’s ridiculous.” She looked down at her hands, then briefly back into his eyes. “I’ve only just found out… what I am.… My whole life has been a lie…” she felt her eyes well up, embarrassed she almost got up and ran out of the room. She would not break down in front of a stranger chained to a wall. “My father is going to make me m-mate with this man that I don’t even know, and honestly can’t stand to be near Brock…” She put her hand over her mouth and stared at the floor. “This is insanity. I’m sorry.” She capped the bottle and put it back in her bag and started to get up. Pausing, she looked back at his face, to apologize again and then stopped. He was watching her intently, with what looked like compassion in his eyes.
“So, you want me to, what, beat this guy up for you?” He lifted his hands, “Bust me out of here and I’ll put the beats on anyone you want.”
She snorted. “If you only could.”
“What do you mean you just found out what you are?” His green eyes searched hers.
“I’m a… cat. Until last night I thought I was just a normal human girl.” She held her hand against her forehead, still stupefied. Her eyes started to tear again.
Without warning, he cupped the back of her neck lightly and pulled her closer to him. She forgot how to breathe as his chin touched her shoulder and he inhaled deeply. She thought he mumbled something about stench then he released her. She straightened away, trying to stay calm, and decided that ended her problem of asking him.
“How am I supposed to help?” He lifted his cuffed wrists higher again, to illustrate how impossible it was.
“I thought…” She was shocked he was asking. “I was told.” She huffed out a breath and looked at him. “I know nothing about any of this, nothing.” Her cheeks heated before she could even voice it. “My aunt told me if I smelled of another man…”
“I’m not going to be your sperm donner…”
Her jaw dropped, cheeks flushing. “No. I don’t want to get pregnant.” She thought she heard voices in the hall. “I need to smell like another man… just… please, help me.”
Again, he lifted his hands and jingled the chains and motioned to the door, as if to remind her where they were.
“I’ll figure it out… Nona will help… please.” She heard Nona laugh outside the door. She leaned close and whispered against his ear. “I’ll come back tonight.”
“I’ll be here.” He whispered back with a heavy sarcastic tone.
She wasn’t sure if that was a yes, but it was all she had time for. Getting up, she clutched her bag against her legs and backed to the door. “Try not to get beat up and drugged again.”
He just looked at her, didn’t nod or say a word.
Opening the door, she stepped out quickly. She gave Morris a hard look. “I lowered his hands, he was getting pressure wounds on his wrists and the circulation was slowing down. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be dealing with a cripple.”
He pulled the door closed and nodded. “As long as he behaves we can give him more room.”
Without waiting, Shae started walking back down the hallway. Her heart was in her throat and she was trying not to have a nervous breakdown before she got out. How she was getting back in tonight, she had no idea. She was going to need to be sedated before tonight at this rate.