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Michael’s match.”
    She didn’t know how to respond. Maybe he was here to warn
her off, as if he had someone else in mind. A woman who wasn’t messed in the
head, a woman with a job, a real career.
    “Is he gone?” Xander’s father asked.
    “Excuse me?” She took a step back.
    “You’re his match and you should have a sense about whether
he’s gone or not.”
    For the first time she looked into the older man’s face and
saw that beneath the tough exterior, there was fear and deep sadness etched
there.
    “I-I’m sorry. We were never officially matched. I don’t know
anything about Xander, um, Michael.”
    “Why not? Are you saying you weren’t intimate? I don’t see
any complications. You’re young and beautiful. He was a healthy male. Why the
hell were you living apart?”
    “We’d only known each other a few weeks.”
    He scowled at her. “What does that matter? Either you’re a
match or not.”
    She suddenly had a very good idea why Xander went by his
middle name, and she now had fears about this man. What a bully. “I fail to see
how it’s your business.”
    “Everything about Michael is my business.”
    “He was an adult.”
    “He’s my son and he’s still alive. With all the extra
training I gave him, he couldn’t have been taken down easily.”
    She felt a sob, which had been at the forefront of her body
ever since Xander had been taken, break loose.
    “Xander may have been my match, but he wanted nothing to do
with me. I pray you’re right and that he’s alive, but please don’t assume I’ll
be part of his life when he returns.”
    An unreadable expression surfaced on Mr. Bristack’s face.
“When my son returns, you may not be given a choice. It’s time for him to
breed.”
    She stared steadily at him. He might want his son to breed,
but his son couldn’t have been clearer about not picking her. “I’m
sorry,” she said again. “I wish I could help, but I don’t have any knowledge or
feelings about Xander and he’s made it clear he doesn’t want me in his life. I
hope for your sake he returns healthy very soon, but it doesn’t affect me one
way or the other.”
    Her throat hurt at pushing the words out over the lump. Not
affect her? Who was she kidding? Xander was her match, her future, and the
inkling that he was in serious trouble ate away at every emotion in her body.
The only thing keeping her upright was the deep-seated knowledge he was alive.
Lore on the campus was that a matched couple operated on a sixth-sense level,
and she knew Xander was alive. The fear was how long would he remain alive and
in what state would they find him?
    * * * * *
    Captivity Day Fourteen
     
    Xander’s back slumped against the cool plaster and his eyes
stared ahead at the dingy paint job on the wall in front of him, but they
didn’t focus on it. No, his eyes watched an imaginary film of the first and
only time he’d had sex with Emma. Idly his hand fisted his cock and stroked
from base to tip. He wasn’t near coming. Not yet. He planned to enjoy his
foreplay.
    It was early morning judging from the quiet penetrating from
the street, broken only by the clacking rattle of an early-morning delivery
truck. As had happened every morning around this time, the door opened enough
to shove a plate of food, a bottle of water and a sterile cup for his
ejaculate.
    In deference to Paulson’s wishes he hadn’t seized the gun
pointing at him while the door opened, hadn’t flung the plate like a Frisbee in
a mad decapitation attempt on his captors. Instead he’d been pacing in the
small room for two weeks like a lab animal undergoing medical testing.
    He had roughly ten more minutes before Ahmed, aka the boot
thief, opened the door to retrieve the cup of semen sample. He closed his eyes
and pictured Emma’s perfect, perky breasts. They’d fit his large palms as if
they’d been made for him. He hadn’t tongued them that day in the supply closet
and he regretted it now. He was being foolish.