Chapter Forty-Five

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"Rachel, I know it's a lot to take in."

"That's an understatement." She replied. She ran her hands over the length of her face. This was a never-ending nightmare as if she'd fallen asleep sometime while they'd been planning an attack on the capital and hadn't been able to wake up since.

"You can take as much time as you need to think everything through. I've arranged to have a room fixed up for you. Would you like me to take you to it now?"

"Wait a minute." She held up her hand to stop him. "You're talking to me like I'm your guest but we both know that— "She paused, realization dawning on her. "You're not letting me out of here, are you?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he gazed into the other room as if there was suddenly something there of great interest.

"Cover the walls for me, Corina." He said.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson."

The walls around here slowly moved back into place. Now she felt more trapped than ever, as if the walls were the closing gates of a prison cell. The resounding thud of the last wall echoed through the room.

"Why not?" She asked, refusing to let him avoid the subject.

Strands of his hair blew under the air coming from the vent above him. His entire demeanor was drenched with warmth. He was a kind jailer. Because that's what she was to him, his prisoner, no matter how much he tried to sugar coat it. "I think you'll like your new room. It's got--"

"If you care about me as much as you say you do," she interrupted. "Please just let me go. I have no place here."

"I'm sorry, Rachel but now that I've finally found you I can't let you go running off and getting hurt. You'll be safer here with me."

"I will never be happy here, Nicolas. I will never see eye to eye with you, never condone the things you do here—I will never see you as my father."

"That's fair enough, I suppose." He nodded his head, his lips pinched together. "But I will always see you as my daughter. If Ruth had given me the chance to raise you, I suspect our story would have been a much different one."

"Please stop changing the subject. I can't stay here. I-I've got someone, on the outside, that I need to find."

"Tell me who it is and I'll bring them here.  All I want is for you to be happy."

Rachel's mind was spinning. Her eyes darted to the doors they'd used to come in through and then to the hovering gadget, Corina, who only responded to Nicolas's voice. There was no way out. She'd bet her life that the chairs they sat on were glued to the floor and that the walls around them were impenetrable.

Hysteria began to build in her throat, the tips of her fingertips tingling with numbness. She was doing it all wrong. She had to make him think she was his ally.

Stop messing this up with your emotions. Get a hold of yourself.

"His name is Hector and he's the reason I'm still alive."

"Well, where is he?"

"I was hoping you could tell me that." She replied.

"Did he come here?"

"Yes," She swallowed, unsure if she was ready to find out what had really happened to him. "When I got sick with E-91 Abby sent him here with a small group to supposedly retrieve antidotes from the hospital. She wanted to get rid of him so she gave him a Mark that didn't work. I haven't heard from him since."

"If I find this young man for you—you'll stop fighting me?"

She swallowed hard. "Yes."

Nicolas nodded his head as if mulling her words over in his mind. "What is his full name, then?"

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