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“So, you could…could take me back. You could help me to the shore.” “No.”
Humans sought only two things — power over that which they did not control, and the destruction of what they could not control.
“What have you done for yourself? If you do not feed yourself, you will not have anything to give to the others. Do you understand?”
“Let your people think you died in the storm. You already let them kill you within.”
“If I’m going to die in this damned cave, why not let it be now? Why are you keeping me here?” “Because you are a treasure I plucked from the sea, and you are mine!” he roared.
“You are mine,” he repeated, “and I will not let you go.”
Macy hadn’t been living. The people around her had slowly drained her life, a little at a time. There’d been no maliciousness in it. They kept taking because she kept giving.
“I want to see things. Want to explore the world. I don’t want to be confined by The Watch, or this place, or anywhere again.” She met his eyes. “You’re Jax the Wanderer, right? And you said I’m…that I’m yours. So. Take me with you, out there. Not back home, but beyond. Then…then I’ll be yours, and stay with you willingly.”
He longed for her companionship. To hear her voice, and listen to everything she had to say, to share his meals with her, to share a den with her. Jax wanted Macy to claim him as her own. He wanted to be the one she chose. The one she joined with.
The touch of her tongue against his lips had forced his shaft to extrude like he was an adolescent.
“I love you, too, Macy,” he whispered.
“She…is my home,” Jax finally replied, closing his eyes. “I would never wander again, so long as she were safe. Anything I have, anything I can give, I would give to protect her, to see her smile. But she is not safe in the Facility, amongst our people. And she is not happy living in a cage.”
She turned her head toward the dock for a moment before looking back at Arkon. “Can you show me your normal color, one more time?” Almost without thinking, he shifted his face to its natural coloring; he was unable to look away from her. Aymee smiled. “You really are beautiful.”
“You take care of her, or I’ll break you. Don’t care how big you are, or how many arms you have.”
“Sarina,” he said finally. Macy’s breath caught, and her eyes stung. “Really?” He nodded, and with his free hand, cupped Macy’s cheek, brushing away the first of her falling tears with the pad of his thumb. “She is birthed of land and sea, and will know the love of two peoples. She is…a new beginning. We cannot forget the past, but we can shape the future.”
