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one behind another. Zita glanced around. The space was larger than her
cell, but every available spot on the floor seemed taken up with some kind
of equipment. In the center was a bed with straps hanging from it. She
peered up at Caleb and found him frowning, his jaw tight, anger flashing
in his eyes. She guessed he recognized the place where they d done who
knew what to him.
Peters prepped one of the machines. A chill passed over Zita. Just what
was he planning to do? Surely, they d done all the damage they could to
Caleb. Peters picked up a phone and dialed two numbers. I see you left
me the specimen like I asked, but did it occur to you that I might need help
monitoring everything? Get your ass down here on the double.
Specimen? Zita swallowed. From the corner of her eye, she caught
Caleb tightening his fists. Whatever he suspected was about to happen, she
was sure she came to the same conclusion. The general was going to try a
combining on her genomes with the alien s and maybe Caleb. Did he think
they d stand there and not fight? Either way, whoever he called would be
there soon. If they were going to do anything, it had to be now.
Caleb must have been on the same page as her thinking or in her head
while she didn t notice. He leaped toward the general, but the man fired
without hesitation. While he expected Caleb to phase, her lover stayed
solid and took the bullet. She cried out when he jerked from the impact,
but it didn t slow him down. The two men struggled over the gun,
smashing into equipment and knocking operating tools to the floor. Fists
pounded into jaws, and beakers smashed into a million shards under their
feet.
Zita scanned for something to use as a weapon, and when she spotted a
scalpel still resting on a tray, she snatched it up. By the time she spun
around, Caleb and Peters hands were locked together in a fight to see who
would get the upper hand. Zita searched for the gun but didn t find it.
Give up, Caleb. My men are on their way. You ll never get out of
here alive, Peters warned.
I did it once. I ll do it again, Caleb snarled. I will have my
freedom. The thought of it being so close must have fueled Caleb all the
more. He gave Peters a massive push that knocked the man off his feet.
The hulking solider smashed into a machine behind him and cried out in
pain and horror. He clenched his teeth together, his eyes bulging.
What s wrong with you? Zita demanded, freaking out at his
expression.
The general sank to his knees grabbing at his back. Zita glanced at
Caleb and then at the machine Peters had crashed into. Her mouth fell
open. Inside was a small case like an incubator with a jar of thick rose
liquid. A tube extended from the jar and led out from the incubator to a
massive needle. The entire setup seemed like something out of a sci-fi
movie.
Zita took a step back. Tell me what I think happened just
now& didn t, she pleaded with Caleb.
He stepped over to the general who after a seizure wasn t moving.
Caleb checked the general s pulse at his neck and then examined the
digital display beside the needle. Zita didn t understand the dosage
measured in cc s, but her guess was that the general had gotten way too
much.
Caleb shook his head. Poetic justice I guess. He was injected with too
much of the alien genomes. I m thinking it overloaded his system.
You don t sound sorry.
He glanced around at her. Are you?
No.
Caleb walked over and pulled her into his arms. He crushed her to his
chest while nuzzling her neck. Zita melted into him. There was nowhere
else she d rather be.
We have to get out of here before we re captured, tried, and convicted
for his murder. He paused at the door, an expression of pain crossing his
features before it was gone again. I saw in your thoughts Montrose is
dead. If I could kill that bastard all over again on purpose this time I d
do it, for Zander too. I promise you, Zita, I ll find out where he was buried
and take you there.
Her eyes widened at the impassioned promise. Maybe Montrose was
right when he said Caleb loved her. But then again it could be all about
duty. Caleb might feel like he d gotten her into this mess, and he needed to
get her out. Nothing more. She sighed and nodded. Thank you. That
would mean a lot to me.
He watched her with narrowed eyes a few minutes. Zita didn t feel
pressure on her mind, so she wondered what he was doing. After a while,
Caleb took her hand and led her into the hall for their escape to freedom.
With any luck they d find a place where the U.S. government would let
them live in peace. Zita would go anywhere as long as it was with Caleb.
Chapter Eight
Alaska, Caleb? Really? Zita shivered at the cold outside their
mountain cabin and followed her lover inside. The warmth from the
roaring fire chased the chill from her bones, and she inched as close as she
could.
Caleb moved up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. She
grew wet feeling his thick hard-on pressed into her back. The one good
thing about being up this cold mountain in the middle of nowhere was that
Caleb had the time and opportunity to satisfy every one of her sexual
desires two or three times a day if they liked.
Hey, it s in the U.S., the location is secluded, and we get down to
town once a month. What could be better? Caleb played with the buttons
on her blouse. His libido was unstoppable.
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