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housekeeper immediately.”
“It’s terribly unhealthy. Toxic, in fact,” Ackmeyer went on, seeming more frightened than arrogant. He shifted on his feet, his movements awkward, anxious. Less the diabolical scientist than a nervous, confused child. “It’s airborne poison. Do you realize the spores reproduce exponentially by the millions? Deadly dangerous spores that you and I are breathing into our lungs right this very second. So, please . . . if you would, unlock this cell and let me out.”
Kellan stared, incredulous that the man seemed more terrified of microscopic bacteria than the other, more obvious threat facing him now. If it was an act, the guy was a first-rate player. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so. Which means you’ll have to either hold your breath or learn to make quick peace with your neuroses.”
Ackmeyer shrank back at Kellan’s clipped tone. He fidgeted with the hem of his untucked shirt, his thin brows pulled into a frown. “What about the woman?”
“What about her?” Kellan growled.
“She was at my house when everything happened. I heard her calling to me just before I was knocked unconscious.” He glanced up, brown eyes soft with worried regard. “Is she . . . okay?”
“She is none of your concern.” Kellan approached closer to the iron grate, peering at Ackmeyer through the bars. He barked a laugh, caustic and rough in the quiet of the bunker. “You’d like me to think you care about another person, wouldn’t you? If you’re looking for mercy, you won’t get any from me.”
Ackmeyer blinked rapidly, gave a vague shake of his head. “You are free to feel however you wish. Since the attack occurred at my home, I assume this has to do with me, not the woman.”
“A brilliant observation,” Kellan snarled. “Care to venture a guess as to why you now find yourself sitting in front of me in a locked, mold-riddled cell inside this rebel bunker?”
Ackmeyer slowly met his gaze, but a tremble shook his scrawny body. “I suspect you plan to either ransom me or kill me.”
“I’m not looking to get rich off the blood of another man,” Kellan replied coolly. “Are you?”
“No.” Ackmeyer’s answer was instant, filled with conviction. “No, I would never do that. Life is precious—”
Kellan’s coarse scoff cut his words short. “So long as that life doesn’t belong to one of the Breed, right?”
He knew his eyes were on fire. The amber heat of his contempt for this human’s destructive genius was bleeding into his vision, turning his world red as he glared through the thick metal cage—the meager barrier that separated Kellan from lashing out at the scientist with fists and fangs.
Ackmeyer saw that threat full and real now. He backed farther into the cell, realizing if only just in that moment exactly what he was dealing with here. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear!”
“No?” Kellan’s voice was a gravel-filled snarl. “I have evidence to prove otherwise.”
The human shook his head frantically. “You’re mistaken! I’m a man of science. I respect all life as the natural miracle it is.”
Kellan gave a dark chuckle. “Even an abomination like me, like my kind?”
“Y-yes,” Ackmeyer sputtered, then suddenly realized what he’d said. “I mean no! That’s not what I was trying to say, I—I just mean to say that there is something very wrong here. Whatever offense you think I’ve committed against you, I swear I’m innocent. There’s been some kind of mistake. A terrible mistake . . .”
As much as he wanted to dismiss the human’s protests as the desperate denials of a cold, profiteering killer, something unsettling began to unfurl within Kellan’s gut. Something that put him on the edge of a deeply disturbing realization.
That something was an earnestness that made him peer at Jeremy Ackmeyer a bit closer, searching for some trace of the lie he was certain had to be there.
With a flick of his mind’s power, Kellan released the lock on the barred door of the cell and mentally pushed the metal grate open. Ackmeyer cowered, scuttling back toward the far wall until his rail-thin spine was up against the mold-streaked concrete blocks. Kellan strode inside the dank cell, crowding the human. Moving forward until he loomed over him.
“You want to know why you’re here?” He stared down at Ackmeyer, seeing the young man’s face take on a hot amber glow in the blaze of Kellan’s irises. “It’s because of the Breed-killing ultraviolet technology you created.”
Ackmeyer shook his head, his voice evidently gone mute with fear now.
“You’re here