Caden stared at her, watching the flicker of fear and frustration in her gaze. Could it be that she told the truth? It hardly seemed likely.
He moved his thumb against the silky skin of her arm and ground his teeth together. Sarina may fear him, but she was also aroused by his presence. As a Wolfan, his sense of smell was at least twice as sensitive as hers would be. The musky scent of her arousal went straight to his head, making his primal side fight for dominance.
That brief moment of insanity in the forest still lingered in his mind.
And you just told her your people can control their sexual instincts. Apparently that didn't include you. Damn, he needed to focus.
"How is it that you know nothing about our people," he demanded, "when it was your government that created us?"
"What?" Her eyes snapped wide, and her lips parted. She shook her head, horror now seeping into her gaze. "No ... It isn't possible."
He knew the source of her horror. It was the reason he'd gone into his room when he'd entered his home. When she'd first given him her name, it had sounded familiar. It had only taken a moment to search the journal to see that she was likely a direct descendant of the former Ruler of Centuron. The man who had ordered the initial experiments.
"It is possible. And it did happen," he reiterated. "Are you telling me that you were unaware of what your ancestors had created?"
"I can't ... Please, Caden." She shook her head and squirmed against him, obviously wanting free of the prison of his arms.
"Tell me what you know."
She closed her eyes, looking almost vulnerable. "There was a doomsday bomb over a century ago. Only about three hundred humans escaped the planet before it went off, fifteen members of my family were part of those who fled. Any life on the planet was killed off--if not immediately, then within a year of the bomb."
Caden stared at her, the tic in his jaw the only indication of the rage brewing inside him. What kind of fool did this woman take him for? A doomsday bomb?
Her eyelids lifted, and her blue gaze locked on his with uncertainty.
"That is why I am so confused. There wasn't supposed to be any life here." Her voice broke. "That wolf's death could have been preven--"
"Don't bring Rosalyn into this right now," he roared and shook her. Her slight body rocked furiously in his grip. "I can't understand why you'd continue to lie to me."
"I'm not lying." She shook her head; a sheen of tears covered her eyes. "What the hell do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be honest with me." He had to get out of here. Before he did something stupid, like kiss her again. Or worse. Toss her on the floor and fuck her as if he was his wolf form in heat. "This is getting us nowhere. I will deal with you later."
"Where are you going?"
He turned and headed toward the door. "You will find the shower in the back of the house. Use it. When you're finished, you will not put on your clothes again, but stay as nature intended and as my people are."
"What?" The fire snapped back into her tone. "You've got to be kidding me. Walk around naked? There's no way--"
"When I return this evening there will be no more lies, do you understand?" He turned at the door and looked back at her.
"You're just going to leave me here?" Her voice rose, her gaze darting around the house.
"Yes."
"You can't." She scrambled to her feet. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
Oh yes, he certainly did. And it might just work to his advantage.
He gave her a humorless smile. "Yes. You're my captive."
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