“I will take her to the lab for monitoring, my lord.”
“No.” Zander’s voice was hard. “She stays here, with me.”
Daneth’s footsteps moved away then returned. He put the fluid tube to her lips. “Drink.”
She did because she was thirsty.
“Has she fed?”
“Not in hours, no.”
“I’ll send some food in. I recommend you allow her to rest. Stress will adversely impact her ability to breed.”
“Yes, well, so will escaping,” Zander snapped.
Daneth hesitated. “Of course, my lord.” He left and she heard Zander return to his work platform.
Several minutes later a soft tap sounded at the door again. She flicked the blanket across her body to cover her nudity and curled back into a ball.
“Shall I put the food in the cage, my Lord?” a subservient voice asked.
She tensed, waiting for his answer. She re
