He moved closer.
"You aren't human, are you?" he asked, his eyes scanning my features.
"No," I answered, feeling disappointed I had been unable to save Dean.
I looked at him. He was still fighting to focus on what was happening but the drugs were making it difficult for him. I turned to lead him back to the bed and he sat down.
"Do what you have to," I instructed Harrison, resigned to our fate.
"What are you?" he asked. There was no anger or aggression on his part.
His response to catching me trying to save Dean and escape was peculiar, to say the least.
His eyes found the syringe I still held in my hand.
"What's that?" he asked, looking at it with curiosity.
"It's wolfsbane."
"What are you doing with it?" he asked. He wasn't surprised by the name. Did they know what we used it for?
I refused to answer. Even though my death was imminent, I couldn't tell him for fear of what that could mean for the werewolves who I still wanted to protect, including my mate.
The pain in my chest spread when I thought of how my death would affect Kyle. It would devastate him. I had tried my best to spare him but this was out of my hands.
With the wolfsbane, I wasn't strong enough to take on the Keeper who stood unmoving in front of me.
"Why are you trying to save him?" Harrison asked with a look to Dean.
"I know him. He isn't bad and he doesn't deserve what you guys are going to do to him." I crossed my arms, feeling a little more defiant than before.
"Are you one of them?" he asked, studying me with sharp eyes.
He was reading me as well as taking in what I was saying.
"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" I told him.
Truthfully, I would prefer Harrison killed me, not Travis. If it were Travis' responsibility to end my life, he would make me suffer.
"It makes sense," he murmured. I frowned.
"I won't tell you anything," I stated, to make sure he knew that keeping me prisoner and trying to torture me to get me to reveal secrets would be futile. I would rather die than be responsible for the deaths of the werewolves I loved. They were my family and I would protect them with my life.
He stepped closer so there was only a short space between us. He lifted his hand to my face, and I frowned, unsure of why he was doing that.
"I know who you are," he revealed, and I looked at him skeptically. Was this a ploy to get me to reveal something, because I wasn't going to fall for it.
"You don't," I assured him, but he shook his head at me.
"I know you aren't just a werewolf."
That was enough for me to take an unsteady step backward. He didn't miss the action, and I felt like an idiot for allowing him to see it.
"It doesn't matter what I am," I stated dismissively. "Just do what you need to."
I hoped it would be quick and painless.
"You are very special, Crystal." That made me truly fear that, despite not giving him any information, somehow he really did know what I was. But that was simply not possible.
