Then silence. Blissful silence.
She slept, unaware of who she was, where she was. Her pain became distant. And she dreamt. She dreamt of waves, of strange, emerald eyes, and the secure embrace of strong limbs, cocooning her, protecting her from the world.
Her rock.
Her love.
Jax.
Jax!
“Jax,” Macy rasped, her broken voice thunderous in the silence.
She opened her eyes. Her vision was a blur of bright light; it cleared slowly, until she realized she was staring at a white ceiling.
“You’re awake!” cried a lovingly familiar voice.
Aymee’s arms slipped around Macy in a tight embrace.
Macy raised her hand and brushed her fingers over Aymee’s soft curls. When she turned her head, she saw her parents approaching.
“Oh, we were so worried!” Macy’s mother, Madeline, said, brushing tears from her face. “We all thought you were gone. We thought you were…d-d…”
“Dead,” Macy said. That had been the idea. She’d never meant to come back here, but now that she had, her own eyes misted. She’d missed them so damned much.
Breckett stepped closer and swept the hair from her forehead. “It was a close one, Macy. If it weren’t for that…” He looked away, brow furrowed.
“Jax.” Dread flooded Macy as she searched her father’s face.
Where was Jax? He’d brought her here, had promised to if she got worse. She remembered…remembered…the dock. Jax with his head bowed, arms spread; a stance of surrender. He’d revealed himself. For her.
“Where is he, dad?”
“That monster?” Madeline asked. “He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“He’s not a monster, mom. Jax would never hurt me!” Macy fixed her gaze on Breckett. “Dad, where is he? Is he here? Is he safe?”
“Shh,” Aymee soothed, pressing a hand to Macy’s chest and guiding her back down.
Macy hadn’t realized she’d been struggling to sit up.
Aymee glanced at Macy’s parents. “I think you should both go, for now.” She shook her head before they could argue. “She’s my patient, and she doesn’t need to get any more worked up right now. She needs rest.”
Breckett frowned, staring at Macy. Finally, he sighed and leaned forward, pecking a kiss on her brow. “We’ll see you soon, Macy girl.”
Once they’d said their goodbyes, Breckett led Madeline from the room.
“Where is he, Aymee?” Macy asked as soon as the door closed.
Aymee settled down on the bedside and searched her face. “This…Jax… He really is good?”
“Yes. He’d never hurt me.” Macy caught one of Aymee’s hands and clutched it between her own. “Please, tell me he’s okay.”
“He’s here. The people are wary of him, and there has been talk that he was the one who hurt you.”
“That’s not true!” Macy exclaimed, struggling to rise.
Aymee carefully guided her back down. “I know, I know. I believe you. People are just scared right now. He’s…different.”
Macy recalled the first time she’d seen Jax — his claws, his teeth, his inhuman lower half… She’d feared him then, too. She understood, and yet she hated to hear him called a monster.
“Is he safe?” she asked.
“Yeah. They have him in one of the storage tanks in the warehouse. Your dad and some people from the town council have tried questioning him for a couple days now, but he refuses to answer them. He just keeps asking if you’re okay.”
Relief eased some of Macy’s tension; they could ask as many questions as they wanted, so long as they didn’t harm him. “How long have I been here?”
“Three days. It was bad, Macy. If he hadn’t brought you here…you would have died. We pumped antibiotics into your bloodstream to kill the infection, but your fever only broke last night.” Aymee grinned. “Your leg is a mess. Whoever patched you up had no idea what they were doing, but it probably saved your life. Whatever sea creature did that to you, you’re lucky you didn’t lose your leg outright.”
“Jax and Arkon saved me.”
“Arkon? Do you mean…there are more like him?”
Macy hesitated. This was Aymee, who she’d trusted more than anyone in the world. Still did. But she understood, now, Jax’s early hesitance to share anything about his people. “Yes. There are more.”
“Are they good?” Aymee asked.
“They distrust humans. They had a…bad past. But yes, I believe they are. They’re more like us than you can imagine, Aymee. Humans made them.”
After having Aymee help her sit up, Macy told her friend everything, from the disastrous boat ride to her battle with the razorback. She apologized several times for the hurt she’d caused by allowing everyone to believe her dead. Macy left nothing out, not even her relationship with Jax.
Aymee listened raptly.
“So…you had sex with him?” There was no disgust in Aymee’s voice, only curiosity.
Macy’s cheeks heated, but she nodded and smiled. “I know it sounds strange, maybe unnatural to some, but…yes. And I love him, Aymee. He’s mine, and I’m…I’m his. We joined.”
Aymee bit her lip, brow creasing.
“Please,” Macy begged, clutching Aymee’s hand to her chest, “don’t judge me. Don’t—”
“I’m not, Mace. Never. It’s just…” She inhaled deeply and met Macy’s eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Macy frowned. “What is it?”
“My dad had me scan you when you were brought in, and I found… At first, I thought…” Aymee closed her eyes for a moment, inhaled deeply, and opened them again. “Did you and Camrin go through with your joining?”
“What? No! No, we never even made it to land before the storm hit.”
“You’re pregnant, Macy.”
Macy recoiled as though she’d been slapped, hands falling to rest on her stomach — her slightly rounded stomach. She stared at Aymee with a mixture of shock and fear.
She and Jax were too different, practically alien to one another. The possibility of a child had never crossed her mind. How could it even be possible?
And yet, Aymee wouldn’t lie about this. The kraken were part human…human enough that she and Jax had created a life.
Macy hugged her abdomen. What would it look like? What would it be? Would…would it be okay?
No, not it. Her baby.
“What?”
Macy and Aymee started, snapping their heads toward Camrin. He stood in the doorway, his expression shocked as he stared at Macy.
“Y-You and…that thing?”
“Camrin!” Macy called, but he was gone, the door slamming behind him. She turned to Aymee, her heart pounding. “What will he do?”
“I don’t know. Stay here. My orders. Your doctor’s orders. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
“Thank you,” Macy breathed. “Don’t let him hurt Jax.”
“I won’t.”
The fish in the other tanks swam in endless circles, clustering in schools that moved with uncanny coordination. Jax had seen it in the sea; here, it looked strange, and reminded him of the funnel of water he’d once watched rise out of the water during an intense storm.
Sudden light caught his attention — the doors slid open, and a human entered the building, its form little more than a distorted silhouette from Jax’s view.
He pulled himself up, raising his head out of the water.
“I need to talk to that thing. Get out.” The voice was familiar, but only slightly.
“We’re not supposed to leave it unattended,” one of the guards said.
“It won’t be. I’ll be here.”
“Are you okay, Camrin?”
“Just get out!”
Shuffling footsteps clanged on the walkway. Jax watched the humans descend the ladder and head for the exit, just as another figure entered.
“Camrin!” the female called as the doors clos
ed. “What are you doing?”
Camrin ignored her and marched toward Jax’s tank. As he neared, the grim set of his features became apparent.
“What did you do to her?” Camrin demanded and banged a fist against the side of the tank.
Jax’s hearts skipped. “What happened to her?”
“Nothing,” the female said as she drew up next to Camrin. “You need to stop.”
“Stop? Stop? That fucking thing—” Camrin glared at Jax, “—that creature touched her!”
“Is she alive? Is she healed?” Jax growled. Camrin’s problem didn’t matter; only Macy mattered.
“You weren’t supposed to be in there, listening to what I was telling my patient,” the female said.
“I had a right to know! She was supposed to be mine, and you’re my friend!”
“That doesn’t mean you’re entitled to her private information! If she wanted you to know, she would have told you in her own time.”
Jax slammed his fist into the glass. The tank rattled, and a thin crack appeared in the side. Camrin and the woman turned their attention toward him.
“Is she safe?” he demanded through bared teeth.
“Macy is fine,” the woman said calmly.
“She’s not fine! She has a fucking monster growing inside her!”
“What is he speaking of?” Jax kept his gaze on the woman.
“That’s enough, Camrin,” she warned, eyes narrowed. “This needs to stop, right now. Regardless of what happened, Macy is still your friend, and how would she feel to hear you talking like this?”
Camrin clenched his jaw, gaze flickering between Jax and the woman.
“Think. You don’t want to do anything that will hurt her. And hurting him,” the woman waved toward Jax, “will hurt her.”
“It’s wrong. It’s…foul.”
“All that matters right now is that she’s alive and safe.”
Camrin growled, hands fisted at his sides.
“Go home. Please. I know you’re hurting, but this won’t help.”
He was silent for a time, glaring at Jax. Without another word, he turned and left, sliding one of the doors open only wide enough to shove through.
The female looked at Jax.
“Let me out,” he said. “Take me to her.”
Regret filled her eyes. “I can’t do that.”
“I will break out if I must.”
“That’ll make things worse. A lot of people think you’re dangerous, and that’ll just prove to them their fears are justified.” She stepped closer, her gaze moving over him, pausing first at his claws, then his tentacles.
A few more blows and the tank would shatter. He’d be free to find Macy.
And how would that help? He didn’t know The Watch, didn’t know where she was, and the place was full of humans. Though they’d escorted him here with simple weaponry in hand, he’d seen the long guns the guards carried now. They’d kill him, and he’d never know for sure if she was safe.
“I need to see her,” he rasped. It brought her eyes back to his.
“Macy just woke up. She…told me everything.”
“So you know I did not harm her. You know I am only here to ensure she is safe.”
“Yes. And I believe her. Believe you. But there are a lot of folks here who won’t. Camrin and I are her friends, but others… They’re not going to see past what you are very easily. Being here could be dangerous for you, and now, for her.”
The concern in the female’s voice broke through Jax’s desperation for a moment; she cared for Macy, deeply. “You are Aymee.”
She smiled. “She talked about me?”
He nodded. “Yes. With…love.”
“And I love her, which is why we need to get both of you out of here. Not now, but soon. Can you trust me enough to give me some time?”
Aymee held his gaze as he searched her eyes.
“Macy trusts you. So do I.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“What did he mean, Aymee? What monster is growing inside of her?”
“Not a monster. A baby. Yours.”
Jax froze; his muscles refused to move, his breathing ceased, and his hearts were still. It seemed like many moments passed in that state. The entire world was motionless. When he could finally move, it was a struggle to speak. “She…how? How can you know?”
“She told me how your kind were made. That you have human DNA. When her father brought her in, I was the one to check her, and I…saw it. It doesn’t look like a normal human fetus. And she’s… It’s far more developed than it should be by now. She’s only been gone for a month and a half, but the fetus looks like it’s in its second trimester. How long do your kind carry babies?”
“Four months.” He barely heard his own response. Offspring were so rare for the kraken, so precious… The thought of procreating with Macy had never crossed his mind. How could it even be possible?
What would their youngling be? Human, kraken, or something else entirely? What would his people think of the child? Would they rejoice, knowing that there was a chance to grow again, to thrive, or would they think such offspring abominations to both kinds?
The doors opened wider, and light from outside streamed into the building. Aymee glanced behind her.
“I have to go. Please, be patient. I’ll talk to her, and we’ll make a plan. Just know that she is okay.”
He nodded numbly and watched as she turned and hurried out, gesturing to the guards on her way. Jax closed his eyes and dropped to the bottom of the tank. His mind swirled like the churning sea beneath a fierce storm, but he took some solace in the knowledge that Macy had woken up and was well.
Aymee had given her word.
Jax would see Macy soon.
Chapter 23
Aymee pressed the booster gun to Macy’s calf and pulled the trigger.
It pierced Macy’s skin with a pop, and she flinched, hissing through her teeth. The shots had become a daily occurrence over the last few days, and they seemed to be working — her pain had diminished to tolerable levels. It still hurt every time she was forced to roll out of bed and walk, but Macy didn’t complain. Every step was one closer to seeing Jax again.
Tonight.
Macy would have already gone to see him, if not for her leg; she couldn’t manage more than twenty or so steps before it was too much for her damaged muscles. These days apart from him had been the longest of her life. Only the knowledge that Jax wasn’t being harmed had afforded her any patience.
“I’ll pack a few of these with your other supplies,” Aymee said, removing the cartridge from the dispenser and tossing it in a bin.
“Thank you, Aymee.” Macy said massaged her calf. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Aymee smiled and pecked a kiss on Macy’s cheek. “As crazy as all of this is, I’m happy for you, and fascinated by him.”
Macy arched a brow.
“Oh, stop! You know what I mean. We thought we were it on this planet. I mean, even if they weren’t here before us, they’re still alien beings who can think and talk like us.” Aymee sat beside Macy on the bed. “And there’s something…alluring about him. I mean, he’s frightening and all, too, but…he’s beautiful.”
“He is.” Macy chuckled; the sparkle in Aymee’s eyes meant she was already envisioning how she’d paint Jax’s picture.
Aymee’s features grew suddenly somber. “I’m going to miss you, Mace.”
Macy’s eyes stung. “I’m going to miss you, too.”
“At least I’ll know you’re alive this time.” She looked down at Macy’s stomach. “And you’re not going to get out of letting me meet your baby.”
Macy embraced Aymee, holding her close. “We’re supposed to grow old together, right? Even if I live somewhere else, we’ll still see each other.”
“I know. And we can leave letters for each other in the supply case. Do you remember the place?”
“Near the rock that looks like a krull drinking from the w
ater.” Macy smiled to herself. “Where we used to build little houses in the sand, and you’d paint the stones pretty colors.”
Aymee pulled back and grinned. “The very place.”
There was a knock on the door; it opened before either of them could respond. Doctor Kent Rhodes, Amy’s father, peered in.
“How are you feeling, Macy?” he asked.
“Anxious, but good.” Macy had been fearful when Aymee said she’d told Doctor Rhodes everything, but her fears were unfounded. His warm demeanor — which she’d known since she was a little girl — hadn’t changed, and he’d shown nothing but concern for her wellbeing.
It had been his decision to erase Macy’s scans. While no one else was likely to see them, he didn’t want to take the chance of them getting into the wrong hands and stirring up trouble for Macy and Jax.
“Good, good. You need to exercise that leg, but don’t push it too hard, okay?” He cleared his throat and glanced behind him. “You have another visitor.”
Doctor Rhodes opened the door wider to reveal Camrin.
“Can I talk to you, Macy?” Camrin asked.
Macy nodded when Aymee gave her a questioning glance.
“Okay,” Aymee said. “I’ll go find your dad, and I want you up and walking when we get back.”
“I will. Thank you, Aymee.”
With a nod, Aymee moved toward the door. “Be nice, Cam. If you upset her—”
He held up his hands. “I won’t. I promise.”
Camrin entered, and Aymee and her father left. Once the door closed, he turned to face Macy. He was silent as she scooted to the edge of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor.
“I tried to find you after the storm,” he finally said, stepping closer. “You have no idea how panicked I was when I woke up on the beach and you weren’t there. The boat barely made it back here, but the first thing I did was try to form a search party. Only my father and Breckett were willing to go. Everyone else figured you were already dead…but I had to try. We searched for days, up and down the coastline, all along the cliffs, but…we couldn’t find you.”
Guilt assailed Macy; she knew the pain her decision would cause. Though Jax hadn’t left her much of a choice, she’d been the one to embrace her situation, to enjoy her newfound freedom and let everyone she knew believe she’d perished.
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