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new life began.
“I figured he’d tell me his name one day, but he never did. Eventually I stopped looking for those answers.” Candice brought her hand out from under the coverlet and laid it over the top of Mira’s. “It didn’t take long before I learned all I needed to know about the Breed male named Bowman who chose to live among humans instead of his own kind. I saw for myself that he was honorable. Not long after he was recovered, he learned there was a rebel faction looking to sell a group of young women into prostitution. The deal had already been struck with some bad men from overseas, but on the night the rebels were to make the trade, Bowman stepped in to derail the exchange and free those girls single-handed.”
Mira was hardly surprised to hear it, having seen Kellan in action when they were part of the same unit for the Order. He was a fierce warrior, afraid of nothing when it came to combat and protecting those who couldn’t do for themselves. Apparently those qualities had followed him into this other part of his life too, in spite of the fact he now straddled a threadbare moral line.
Candice went on. “I saw from the start that he was courageous and just. But he was also scarred somewhere deep inside. He was alone and kept himself isolated by choice. I knew he belonged to someone else. I just didn’t know who, until I saw the way he looked at you when we brought you back with us to the base that day.”
“You saved his life,” Mira finally managed to croak out of her dry throat, swamped by gratitude for this woman she hardly knew. “I thought he was dead, but you found him. You took care of him. You and Doc didn’t know him at all, but you didn’t let him die . . .”
Candice frowned slightly, gave a mild shrug. “He needed help. We gave it. That’s all.”
“You did all that, even though he was Breed.”
“If you saw someone bleeding and broken in the street, would you stop to see if he was different from you before you lifted him up?”
Mira fell silent as Candice’s words sank in. And then she knew a profound shame, because she realized that, not very long ago, she might have been the one to turn her back. Her hatred and mistrust of humans, rebels in particular, was so blind and deep, she likely wouldn’t have even broken her stride if it had been one of them in need of her help.
It was ugly, what she’d allowed herself to become.
For so long, she’d held people like Candice and Doc and Nina in contempt, lumped together with lowlifes like Vince and Rooster—villains all of them, to be squashed under her boot or skewered by her blades.
And now . . . ?
She withdrew her hand from beneath Candice’s loose grasp, feeling undeserving of the kindness she was being shown. She felt regret for the loss these people had suffered today. And she felt fear for what their future might hold, if what Kellan saw in her eyes eventually came to pass.
The coldness that thought brought with it settled in Mira’s chest like ice. She needed to find some distance from the dread that was pressing down on her when she considered the price all of them might pay if her vision proved true.
Mira summoned what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “You should rest now. I’ll let Doc know how you’re doing.”
At Candice’s nod, Mira backed away from her bedside and pivoted toward the door. She paused there, gratitude rising inside her, swamping even the darker tide of emotion that was doing its best to pull her under.
She looked back at the human female who’d done the impossible eight years ago, bringing Kellan back from the dead and delivering the miracle Mira had hoped for so desperately. “Thank you for saving him.”
Candice smiled. “My part was easy. Now it’s your turn.”
14
HIS CLOTHES WERE STICKING TO HIM IN THE HUMIDITY OF the bunker, his hands and forearms splattered with caked, dried blood. Even the faint, stale copper tang of the dead red cells had Kellan’s head pounding and his muscles twitching with aggression as he stalked through the main corridor of the fortress.
He wanted to kill, not only because the predator in him was provoked by the scent of so much spilled blood today but because people he cared about—good people—had met with