Excerpt:
Beta
opened his swollen eyes. Craning his neck sideways, he took a good look
at his surroundings. Pain throbbed through his skull and down his
spine. Everything blurred, but the outline of the shelves confirmed he
was still in the storeroom. His mouth omitted a soft groan. The screech
of a heavy wooden chair sliding across the tile floor resonated in his
ears, and Beta winced. The slight flex of his facial muscles shot
needles of pain through the bruises on his face.
A blurry figure appeared above him. “How are you feeling?”
He
waited a moment for his vision to clear and ignored the burning itch of
his skin as his cells started the process of regeneration.
Lacey
hovered over him, brow furrowed and lips pursed as she examined him.
When he didn’t respond, she rested a hand on his shoulder and gave it a
little shake.
“Beta?”
The light touch of her palm sent a wave of energy through him. He jolted upright. “Ouch!”
Pain so severe that he felt like the walls of his head would collapse in on themselves riveted through his body.
She winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Please don’t move if it hurts.”
Beta scooted to the top of the bed and leaned his back against the brass headboard.
“You
didn’t startle me. I just…” His voice trailed off. He couldn’t think of
a way of saying what he meant without sounding weak.
“Never mind.” She gingerly touched the edge of his swollen eye with the tips of her fingers. “Are you in pain?”
He stiffened like the reflex of a beaten animal the first time it knows the touch of a gentle hand. Why should she care? “It’s fine. We heal quickly.”
Her
gaze slid across his face. She probed every bruised nook and cranny.
There was a hunger in her eyes as if she was the question and he the
answer. He felt something else too; an emotion or feeling that he
couldn’t put a name to. Something he'd never, in his short life,
experienced. Beta stared past her, his eyes focused on the faint brush
strokes of the wall’s dried white paint. If he could just ignore the
strange new animal that had awakened inside him, he’d rally again and
escape.
He cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” Lacey pulled back. “You must be hungry.”
She
disappeared from the room and returned with a tray of food in her
hands. Then she unfolded two short legs from the bottom of the tray and
laid it across his lap. A loose strand of her ebony hair brushed against
his cheek. Beta’s fingers twitched, knocking his wrists against the
handcuffs. He wanted to tangle his hands in that silky-looking hair,
just to know what it felt like.
She
dipped a spoon into a bowl full of watery soup and pressed a mouthful
to his lips. Beta slurped down soft noodles with bits of chicken. Warmth
spread from his belly to the rest of his body. He glanced up at Lacey’s
face, inches away from his. Large red marks ran along the side of her
jaw and neck. His throat tightened, remembering he had been responsible
for those bruises. The little air he could suck in with bruised ribs
tasted stale and stagnant. Another new sensation breached the
impenetrable hold of his heart, this one unbearable. Beta swallowed
hard. He had never regretted hurting someone before.