282. Olivia - Reunion II
Most of the experiments are already out of the garage. **919** and a few others stayed behind.
Anton, who is nearby, says, “The bomb wasn’t powerful enough to blow this entire place up. After **666** was rescued, Azael moved the location of the facility. He does it every several years.” That explains why the Lords never found the facility. “Since there were many things that were still missing, I didn’t have everything I needed to make a big bomb.”
“That’s a good thing because it might have killed everyone,” Wasp says “There’s a doctor with us, and she is more than willing to take a look at your bonded.”
“No,” Mose snarls.
I grab his hand as I don’t want him out of sight until I’m fully sure he’s fine. And most definitely, I don’t want any woman touching him. Am I jealous? I frown. Just protective. I can’t leave him on his own and go with Wasp to the Sanctuary. What if Mose gets injured again before he gets to the farm, and there’s no one around to help him?
“Anton was shot in the shoulder. The doctor you mentioned should take a look at it,” I point out the obvious.
“I’ll take him,” Cicala offers. After Wasp agrees, Anton follows Cicala outside the garage.
“Also, a car would be great, as I want to return home.” Home. Do I really see the farm as my home? Rueben kicked me out. He wants me dead. I can’t return there. Maybe I should go with Wasp. “The experiments need a place to live. The things they endured here…I don’t think they will be safe on their own.”
Mose’s thumb runs across the back of my hand, the back-and-forth motion calming me. I can’t go with Wasp when it’s clear that Mose needs me.
After a moment of thinking, Wasp says, “The Sanctuary was created for women who have been abused. But we often forget that men can also be abused, and no one helps them. More often than not, they are mocked. They can come with us if that’s what they wish.”
**919’s** eyes flash purple. “I’m done being locked up.”
“The Sanctuary is not a prison, but a place for healing. You can stay there until you get back on your feet or contact your family,” Wasp explains.
A crease appears between 919’s brow. “Family? I don’t think I have one. At least, I don’t remember. I don’t even remember my name.”
“You are welcome in the family I created,” Wasp tries to convince **919**. “As for your name, you can choose one.”
Feeling that **919** and the rest of the experiments will refuse Wasp’s offer, I say, “Wasp and the women that came with her are hellstars. They need protection from Azael. This is why I think you and the others should go with them, to protect them from the Dukes.”
A little manipulation never hurts, especially since I don’t have any ill intentions towards **919**. I only want him and the others to be safe and reunited with their families. I also think that Azael is searching for the hellstars and it’s only a matter of time until he finds them. When that day comes, Wasp will need help to protect the Sanctuary. Azael took a long time preparing the attack on the Garden of Eden. Now, with all the technology we have, planning a war is much easier. Azael had centuries to think about how he would destroy the Lords and gain control over the Garden of Eden. I’m wondering if it was worth rebuilding it after what he did there.
“Wasp helped me when no one else did,” I casually added. Mose pinches my ass. If he doesn’t agree with what I said, he can go pound sand.
“Fine. But if I feel like a prisoner, or if you or anyone else tries to do more shit to me, I’m out,” **919** lets Wasp know. “You would have to ask the others, though, as I don’t make decisions for them.”
After years of never having options, it would be wrong to leave the experiments on their own. Even I struggle with making the right decisions. The first thing that comes to mind when I’m alone is to end myself. If drugs are offered to me, I’m too weak to say no to them. It’s the only way to forget everything.
Wasp taking **919** under her wing, and the others like him is the best solution. Azael won’t hesitate to retaliate for what happened today. The experiments need weapons to defend themselves, and the hellstars have them. If the Lords stand beside the hellstars and the experiments, we might have a chance to defeat the Dukes. Even the new threat, the Blight.
“You are wrong, **919**.” I spread out my arms. “This escape is possible only because you decided enough was enough. Talk to the others. They will listen to you.”
**919** clenches his jaw. “I did this so I could find my friend. Angelica. I know it’s a long shot, but do you know her?”
Before I can reply, Wasp chimes in, “Angelica Hernandez?” **919** nods. “She’s married and expecting her first child. The last time I spoke with her, she was on her honeymoon. Her bondeds are,” she makes a small pause before saying, “they love her very much. She’s finally happy. Her words, not mine.”
I smile. Angelica deserves to be happy. What Carlos did to her is horrible, but she got away. She’s going to be a mom soon. My chest hurts. I don’t want children. They are so small and fragile, leaving this world too soon, leaving only pain and broken hearts behind them.
“Give me Angelica’s phone number,” **919** demands.
Wasp points at his arms. “You are bleeding.” Did she change the subject?
When Wasp takes a step forward, **919** snarls, “Don’t fucking touch me unless you want to die. I’ll go talk to the others,” before getting out of the garage.
“A simple warning is enough,” Wasp huffs, then turns on her heels. “Let’s get out of here.”
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