Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora asks Sarah about her mother in a frank, curious way that I think allows Sarah to straighten her spine and answer impassively, like she’s giving a report to a doctor instead of having to break a hard truth to a queen who will probably break into tears. And I smile a little at the back of my sister’s head, grateful for her for giving Sarah what she needs when I can’t.

“He beat her,” Sarah says, and my heart twists almost physically within me. “She…she was growing older, and she couldn’t do her chores the way she used to. And…” Sarah bites her lip and looks only at Cora now, telling her what she wouldn’t be able to say to the rest of us, not while holding her head high. “And he started to look at me, the way he looked at my mother. And she tried to keep me away from him, to find other chores in other parts of the house. And when he figured out what she was doing he…”

Sarah’s voice cracks here and I have to look away from her so that my eyes don’t fill with tears. Sinclair slips a hand onto my knee, wanting to give me comfort but not to distract from Sarah’s story.

Sarah takes a deep breath before she continues. “He told her she was an idiot and a whore, for trying to keep his property from him. And that he could do what we wanted with all of us take our bodies, our lives. And then,” she shrugs, looking down at the tablecloth. “He did. He took her life then, to show her…and to show me.”

I make myself look back at Sarah now, who looks up at Cora, and then at me. And I hope that she sees, shining in my eyes, my deep and renewed desire for vengeance. Because there is absolutely no way that I am going to let this man live.

“That was the moment,” she says, nodding to me and then looking at Sinclair too, though a little shier now. ” When mother died? I decided that…that if he could take what I loved most from me, I could take what he most wanted too. The little baby – I could…I could take that away from him. And so I did or, I tried.”

“You succeeded,” Sinclair says quietly, next to me.

“No,” she says, shaking her head vehemently and looking down at her hands. “You’d have been safe anyway – you’d have figured it out.”

she hears him. “It gave us an advantage

I don’t want

to catch her eye. “But we want to help you, like we want to help the other refugees. Though I admit,” my mouth cocks into a little smile here, “I do want to help you a little bit more than the others. Because I’m so, so grateful. I mean,

me, his mouth falling open. Sarah starts to laugh too as she realizes my joke and

decline my offer, Roger turns

laugh harder as he sinks back into his chair, playing along now and exaggerating his fury for the sake

of the hope that Cora and I always had. That things can get better – and they will. And maybe that starts today, with a little laughter at Roger’s willing expense. I turn an apologetic look his way but he just

okay?” I say, still holding my baby tight. “But…we’re going to be friends now, Sarah. Good friends friends for

swear my heart could burst with joy of it. Because I see it there

word. Sarah is going to have a

them?” She looks down at the little orange ball of fur and then at the grey one, her voice a little frantic.

them around her little sister.

“to leave their mother. Perhaps in a few weeks, when they’re ready? You and

the idea of leaving the two little kittens, making me