Chapter 85

Every time he thought he had her pegged as weak and timid, she surprised him by speaking out. He found he preferred her small bouts of courage to her hunching when he scowled at her too long.

"I took you prisoner because you are the enemy."

"Enemy?" She uttered a short laugh. Peering down at herself, she gestured to her body, something he refused to look at-the size of her breasts and hips not necessary for this interrogation-before returning her gaze to him. "Exactly how am I a danger to you?"

Because, even though he kept his gaze on her face, she made his cock stir when it should remain dormant. He ground the heel of his palm into it, to no effect. "You are human."

"And so are you."

Thanks for the reminder. He grimaced. "Not anymore."

"But you began that way. Surely the machines they melded you with haven't completely eradicated who you are, or were?"

"No, the military, with help of the company, did that with their training."

Her brow creased. "I don't understand."