“You want my baby.” Now I really felt ill. No transport needed.
“We want nothing. The child is Hive. The child is ours.” He blinked for the first time, a strange, nearly translucent film coming down to cover his eyes briefly before lifting again. “The baby will be the first Hive born, free of contamination.”
I crossed my arms, suddenly cold. They wanted my baby? That was not okay. “Hive born? I’m human. The father is Atlan. There is no Hive.”
notNexus 4 looked at me, and his eyes were eerily dark with no pupil, like a great white shark’s. But when he held my gaze, I couldn’t argue, couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. It was like I just…forgot who I was. One of the others moved, breaking his hold on me, and I fought my way back to our conversation. It was important. He was talking about my ba
