His answer forced her to face it head-on. Everything she'd run from, the principles she'd been determined to live by, meant nothing now. "How did you do it?"
"You do not need to know."
Her laughter was shrilly hysterical. "Of course not."
"You will be calm and I will forgive you for escaping."
"Perfect. I'm held prisoner by a creep and on top of that I'm sleeping with him." A cold-blooded murderer whose eyes wouldn't turn red for her.
"You are not held prisoner."
"What would you call it? I'm not free to come and go."
Her head ached. It was spreading down to her neck and into her body. She couldn't do this now. Too much happened today that she needed to process.
"You are my breeder. A highly valued positon to be in."
She opened her mouth to say, who knows what else, when her TC bleeped again. She jumped.
"It is another that called. You will answer," Zurian said.
"Why not? With my luck today, it's probably Satan himself."
A few moments later a tinny voice came over the TC.