grip that the gesture wasnât meant to comfort. âIâm sorry,â she said. âIâm going to have to lock you in your room.â
âWhat? Why? Dr. Silvestri said I wasnât a threat.â
âNo,â snapped Parker. âCome on, Mina. This is ridiculous.â
âItâs not personal, Chase. But both the teleport malfunction and your unharmed condition are unexplained anomalies. Your actions continue to create too many red-flag factors, and I canât identify you as anything but a threat.â
âBut what happened wasnât my fault! Dr. Silvestri told you to protect me.â
Mina nodded. âI am. But my primary directive is to protect Parker, and the only way for me to perform both of these tasks is to separate you and lock you in your room.â
Her hand tightened on his arm, and Chase knew there was no use in arguing further with her programmed logic. He dropped his head and nodded. As Mina led him down the hall to his room with Parkerâs angry protests behind them, he couldnât help but feel like a guilty prisoner. But I didnât do anything wrong! cried a voice in the back of his mind.
After the snick of the lock confirmed that he wasnât going anywhere, Chase sat on his bed. He examined his left arm, whole and unblemished. It was strangeâhe really had felt a sting when those blades of grass sliced into his arms as he fell, and when the Zinnjerha were slashing at him. He told himself he must have imagined it. Parker was right, he had some kind of wild luck. Except for the whole amnesia thing, of course.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling for some time, reliving the attack over and over. Eventually the adrenaline began to wear off, and only weariness remained. He closed his eyes, visualizing the grass forest again, but this time his drowsy mind filled the forest with blank faces hiding between the blades. Sleep came like a tidal wave, crashing over and pulling him under.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Chase awoke with a jump. His windowless room was pitch-dark, but he sensed he wasnât alone.
âSorry, that was me,â came Parkerâs whispered voice. âHold on.â
The overhead light flicked on and Chase winced, squinting in the brightness. âWhat are you doing here? Iâm supposed to be locked in. Iâm a threat to you.â
Parker snorted. âRight. Youâre so threatening. Come on, get up. Iâve come to spring you from prison.â
âAre you crazy? Minaâs not going to let me go anywhere.â
âTrue. But Minaâs not here.â Parker waggled his eyebrows. âShe had to make a run to some warehouse on the other side of the planet, something to do with fixing her bio-molding.â
âIsnât she supposed to be here protecting you?â
âYeah, but Asaâs got her running his affairs on this planet too, so she leaves all the time. If anything were to happen, sheâd be able to find me anywayâIâve got an ID microchip kind of like the one Dr. Silvestri found in you. Only mineâs got a tracker so that she can find me anywhere.â Parker made a wry face. âLucky me, Iâll never be able to get rid of her.â
Watching Parkerâs goofy expression, Chase considered whether to tell him what heâd learned, how similar their microchips actually were. The eye contact lasted a moment too long, and Parker frowned.
âWhat?â
Chase redirected his gaze to the floor. A cautious part of him wasnât ready to share this information yet. âNothing.â He took a deep breath and realized that he felt pretty well rested. How long had he slept? âWhat time is it?â
Parker sighed. âItâs leaving-the-house time. Are you coming with me, or did I just spend ten minutes breaking the code on your lock for nothing?â
âGo where?â
âWe can go to Rother City. Itâs the only real city on