Allie's War Season One (140 page)

The woman’s voice made me turn.

“Your
husband?”
she said. “Really…?”

I could hear the glee in her voice. It only angered me.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re married. So not…you know…
dating.”

“Where is he now?” the woman said, smiling conspiratorially again. “Aren’t seers known for their pathological protectiveness towards their mates?”

I glanced at Terian.

The amber eyes held a warning, even as he touched my shoulder with one hand, a gesture probably meant to appear reassuring.

“Yeah,” I said. I looked at the woman, then past her, at the VR image of Revik’s face. “Yeah…I guess we are.”

I WATCHED AS Terian shook hands with the woman.

I stood there like a pet dog waiting outside a coffee shop for its owner. I felt a little sick watching her flirt with him, touching his arm more than a few times as she leaned up next to him, pressing her likely-fake boobs into his side.

Her eyes kept darting to me, though, too, as if trying to dissect me where I stood. Her gaze was overt, and overly intimate. She took liberties as she looked over my body, as if memorizing it for later cataloguing.

She probably assumed Terian and I were sleeping together. Hell, most of the civilized world probably did, especially after that broadcast…but that hadn’t exactly been accidental either.

I saw the speculation in the female newscaster’s eyes, and for once, found myself glad of the collar. At least I didn’t have to listen to what this vile woman was thinking. I avoided her eyes while Terian finished with the news crews and walked back in my direction. Smiling at me in an almost friendly way, he motioned for the guards to lead me out of the Oval Office. We walked down a hallway to an elevator that looked like an antique…at least until I saw the organic modifications that had been made to the control panel and the double doors.

He nodded at the porter, making a gesture with his fingers that indicated down. I felt my stomach sink when I realized what his gesture meant for me…and it wasn’t from the motion of the elevator.

He was taking me back to my cage.

I barely noticed the security detail that accompanied us. I wondered more how he’d managed to talk the boy into staying behind.

As if he heard my thoughts, Terian glanced at me.

“We’ll have to make this next piece quick, Alyson,” he murmured, checking an expensive, organic-component watch on his wrist. “Our dear young friend is getting impatient, I’m afraid…”

From that, I had to assume Nenzi was yelling at Terian in the Barrier.

An instant later, I remembered where we were.

“The shields?” I murmured.

The entire White House was covered in dense Barrier shields, run by a few dozen seers on the payroll of the Pentagon and Secret Service. Nenzi shouldn’t be able to reach Terian at all through that maze.

“Pretty much useless against him, I’m afraid,” Terian murmured, folding his hands in front of his body. He gazed up at the ceiling of the elevator, bouncing lightly on his heels as we descended. “I’m trying to figure it out…he seems to know how to bypass the shields entirely. I thought he might be able to help me design some sort of upgrade—”

“I’m looking forward to watching your head explode,” I said.

Terian glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.

Then, he chuckled aloud.

“I guess it’s good I have a few spares.” The smile widened, right before he winked. “I wouldn’t be so quick to applaud this one going though, Alyson. I would think you’d prefer it to some of the alternatives…”

Leaning against the elevator wall, I gave him a bored look, rolling my eyes.

Still, his comment made me nervous…and brought back memories I would rather have repressed. Looking down, I fidgeted with my cuffed wrists. It was the closest he’d come to threatening me since we’d first left India…at least in regard to rape. Nenzi made it pretty clear that I was off-limits to anyone, human or seer, despite the number of monetary offers and other bribes I’d already overheard offered to the Scandinavian for a few hours alone with me.

Terian only broke Nenzi’s rule once, about two days into my captivity. Giving the kid some excuse about medical tests, he took me into a locked room made of organic steel that apparently even Nenzi couldn’t see past, and kept me there for a few hours.

The only good news was, I was collared.

The one time was enough.

I’d considered telling Nenzi, of course. Terian told me what would happen if I did. The threat was simple, but effective. He would merely tell Nenzi that Revik and I hadn’t completed the bonding process.

Then Nenzi would hunt down and kill Revik.

Nenzi couldn’t read me through the collar…and Terian must have figured out his own way to keep Nenzi from reading his mind for the information.

I couldn’t bring myself to risk it.

Not when I knew full well that Revik, assuming he was alive, was likely on his way there…and not without any idea of how many bodies Terian had lurking around and whether it would even do any good.

But it didn’t mean I didn’t think about it, imagining how Terian’s brains would look splattered against the drab colors of the Oval Office wallpaper.

Still, I’d gotten off easy, and I knew it.

Without Nenzi there, I’d be going through what Cass endured…and worse, because Terian would have wanted it public, for Revik’s benefit. He would have rented me out to every loser on the White House payroll with a few dollars to spare, then let rumors and live footage leak directly to the feeds.

We reached the bottom of the elevator shaft.

The door let off a low ping. After a pause where the security mechanism scanned us a second time, it opened to reveal a dim-lit corridor with plain furnishings.

Terian made a hospitable gesture towards the opening.

I exited in front of him, and he let me walk ahead, only taking my arm right before we entered the room at the end of the corridor.

A long, oval table of polished wood dominated a rectangular space. Around it sat a group of humans in business suits, filling all but a few of the padded, high-backed, leather chairs. I was still standing there, feeling again like a show dog on display at the State Fair, when Wellington rose to his feet from his place at the head of the table.

Smiling, he gestured towards the two open seats.

“Join us,” he said hospitably.

I sat where the Scandinavian seer indicated.

I avoided the eyes of a 50-something male human who stared at me openly. I couldn’t quite tell if the look there was revulsion or some combination of that and lust. His reddish face turned even redder the longer he looked at me, frowning, his eyes flickering from my chest to my face, then back again. I glanced at the Vice President, an older man with white hair who sat to Wellington’s left.

His appraising look was less ambiguous.

Great. I was surrounded by horny, racist humans.

Wellington’s face was almost a relief after I’d looked around at the others.

“So,” I said. “What’s for dinner?”

The room grew, if it were possible, even more silent.

Then Wellington burst out in a genuine-sounding laugh. The woman sitting next to him, a middle-aged, female human with dark brunette hair and hazel eyes, laughed with him. So did the Scandinavian. Looking around at the three of them, I realized they were all Terians. Watching them laugh together in a kind of blank incredulity, I thought my life couldn’t possibly get more fucked up.

Of course, I was wrong about that.

I WOKE UP, my face pressed against the floor of a semi-organic cage.

My wrists and ankles had been locked to bars set in the same floor; there wasn’t even a chain to allow real movement. My neck and spine hurt so badly I could barely lift my head. I was thirsty. I couldn’t feel my fingers…I didn’t know if it was from cold or lack of circulation. I was naked again, which added to the feeling of powerlessness. It also made me angry.

But for one window in the wall in front of me, the room was dark.

The inability to use the Barrier made everything appear flat, two-dimensional. I remembered the world this way, of course; it hadn’t been all that long since it was all I knew…but the difference was staggering, like being drugged. Of course, it made everything hurt less, too, but it didn’t do anything about the feeling of deprivation that never left…or the depression that came with it. I couldn’t feel him at all.

In the background, he was all I thought about.

I watched nighttime clouds whisper by the lone window. It took me another moment to realize it wasn’t a window at all, but a VR screen. My cage lived in the basement bowels of the White House—dug down far too deep for any clouds, at any time of day. The window-like appearance was just another lie.

I tried to stay calm. No good could come of thinking about him, not now, so I tried to keep those thoughts away from me, too. I clenched my hands instead, staring at the empty corridor, fighting not to let my mind go anywhere but the immediate situation...how to get out.

Fingers touched my foot, caressing my skin.

I sucked in a breath.

My heart beat hard enough to hurt my chest as I tensed, then craned my neck, focusing in the dim light. There was a minute where I couldn’t see anything. It was beyond strange not being able to use my light to compensate for the limitations of my physical senses. I was back to having to wait for my eyes to adjust as soon as they pointed away from the window.

Eventually, I made out his face.

He sat in the middle part of the cell, cross-legged, his face concentrated.

The longer I stared, the more I wondered if maybe the light in his eyes wasn’t reflected, after all. They shone a pale green, ghosting the round contours of his face.

It was eerie, actually…in part because they looked like mine.

They also looked like Revik’s had, at least for a few days in that house up in the Himalayas. Even collared, I felt some part of myself react to the memory. Forcing it away from me, I watched this new set of glowing irises as the boy crawled across the floor. I didn’t move as he reached where I lay. I couldn’t have done much, anyway, not with inch-thick cuffs holding me to the floor.

The boy’s fingers touched my face, pushing hair out of my eyes.

“Nenzi,” I said. My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat, trying to get enough spit to talk. “What are you doing here?”