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“Why are you being nice to me?”
The surprise on his face surprises me even more.
“Because I care about you,” he says simply.
“You care about me?” The numbness in my body is
beginning to dissipate. My blood pressure is rising and anger
is making its way to the forefront of my consciousness. “I
almost killed Jenkins because of you!”
“You didn’t kill—”
“Your soldiers beat me! You keep me here like a prisoner!
You threaten me! You threaten to kill me! You give me no
freedom and you say you care about me?” I nearly throw
the glass of water at his face. “You are a monster!”
Warner turns away so I’m staring at his profile. He clasps
his hands. Changes his mind. Touches his lips. “I am only
trying to help you.”
“Liar.”
He seems to consider that. Nods, just once. “Yes. Most of
the time, yes.”
“I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be your
experiment. Let me go.”
“No.” He stands up. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t. I just—” He tugs at his fingers. Clears his
throat. His eyes touch the ceiling for a brief moment.
“Because I need you.”
“You need me to kill people!”
He doesn’t answer right away. He walks to the candle.
Pulls off a glove. Tickles the flame with his bare fingers. “You
know, I am very capable of killing people on my own,
Juliette. I’m actually very good at it.”
“That’s disgusting.”
He shrugs. “How else do you think someone my age is
able to control so many soldiers? Why else would my father
allow me to take charge of an entire sector?”
“Your father?” I sit up, suddenly curious in spite of myself.