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“How long?”
“However long it takes,” she growled. “Longer if you won’t shut up about it.”
Scorpio snickered, causing Monroe to glare.
“You know what would help? Food? I’m starved.” Not entirely false but not true either. While she knew she should eat, Rebecca had no appetite. What she really wanted was for Monroe to leave.
“You’re not in a position to make demands,” the piqued doctor huffed.
“Maybe not, but I’m also useless if I’m hangry,” she quipped.
Before Monroe could retort again, an alarm sounded; a strident blare that startled.
“Now what?” the doctor grumbled. He glanced at Rebecca. “Hands on the counter.”
“Why?”
“Do as you’re told.”
She placed them on the flat surface.
It shouldn’t have surprised her when Monroe pulled out a flex cuff and used it to attach her left hand to a ring bolted to thetable’s front edge—a ring that she now understood. How often did they take people prisoner?
“Wouldn’t want you getting into trouble while I go check things out. Feel free to play with the orb while I’m gone, but keep in mind, you are on camera, so if you find anything, I will know. Meaning, don’t bother hiding it.”
With that final warning, Monroe left, and Rebecca glanced at Scorpio.
“What do you think is happening?”
His lips curved, and he sounded pleased as he stated, “Cetus is about to face the wrath of the Zodiacs.”
CHAPTER 17
Rescue was imminent,and Scorpio had never felt more the weak fool. A prisoner of the people he’d sought to bring down. His lover, threatened. His body bound and samples taken from it. Yet, what could he have done differently?
If he’d beamed out before they threw the net from the helicopter, it would have been Rebecca alone captured, and he had no doubt that sick fuck Monroe would inflict harm if she didn’t do what he wanted.
Not while Scorpio lived. Monroe was a dead man walking. Soon as Scorpio got free, he’d make sure of it.
Speaking of getting untied, he eyed Rebecca, who tugged at her flex cuff to no avail.
“You need something sharp to cut it.” He had to shout to be heard over the alarm.
“You don’t say. Any suggestions or should I gnaw at it with my teeth?” She’d not lost any of her fiery spirit.
“What do you have in reach?”
“Other than this troublesome orb, nothing.” She glanced around before frowning at the ceiling. “You really think it’s your friends coming to save us?”
“Yes, but even if it’s not, this is the distraction we needed to free ourselves.”
“Not sure how this helps. I take it you still can’t beam out?”
“No, and I wouldn’t leave you alone if I could.”
“The drawers are locked,” she grumbled as she tugged the handles projecting under the counter.
“What about smashing the orb onto the ring holding the cuff?”