Another peek into Selah and Nate’s ongoing struggles.
Prompt: “This isn’t the first time.”
“Sorry about the dust. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to hide here, but I try not to come back often. Safer that way.”
Nate’s eyes widened. At least he was emoting again. “You took enough money to fund this place, and they didn’t notice?”
The bunker was just a few rooms, aside from the lift. For obvious reasons, I dedicated the most square footage to my lab. I had everything I needed to figure out how the serum changed him. Across the large room, one door led to the sleeping space/kitchenette, and the other to the bathroom. The room’s lights flickered to life as we walked across.
I shrugged. “I was in charge of company finances and embezzlement is surprisingly easy to get away with when no one is looking. Plus, I’d been planning on leaving for years before I actually did.”
“You were in charge of finances?”
“Keeping me out of R&D was supposed to keep me in line.” I led him across the room. “Bed’s through here.” Opening the door, I showed him the cot and where I kept my vacuum sealed sheets and blankets. “Get some sleep while I wipe the place down.”
I turned to leave, but he reached out, stopping me with an icy-cold grip. “Selah, about before-”
“Don’t.” This close, his lack of body heat was a stark reminder of what I did to him. “You have every right to be upset. Just sleep. I’ll get you when the lab is ready.”
As always, think happy thoughts!
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