“More likely my instincts were on track, even if I didn’t realize it.” She breathed out, eyeing the floor. Where did the electricity come from? Would there be a way to somehow divert it to the door? “Was any of it real? Any of our friendship?”

He rubbed his smooth chin. “Sure. It was fun playing human for a while, and you were a challenge.” He stepped away from the glass. “Not enough to keep me from extracting information from you now, however.”

“Hey. I’m happy to tell you anything you want,” she said. It wasn’t as if she had any classified information or knew anything that they didn’t, apparently.

“How will I know you’re not lying?”

She drew in air. He was playing with her like a cat with a goldfish, and she was done being agreeable. “Didn’t your brother order you to a war room? You should probably obey him.” She put her back to him and leaned down, checking on Benny to make sure he was breathing.

Terre laughed. “I’ll send food down to you. You’ll want to keep your energy up.”

She paused. “Terre? What happened to Rose? Whose baby is she?”

“Oh, I have no clue. Yvonne found the baby and took her because she looked like Yvonne. Little thing is enhanced, though. We’ll probably keep her.” He turned and the sound of his footsteps receding echoed back down the hall.

God. Where was that toddler? Surely the Kurjans were keeping her somewhere in this compound. Grace needed to wake Benny up and find the baby before they escaped. They had to get the baby to safety. “Benny?” She nudged his shoulder. “Wake up, would you?” Shouldn’t his skull be stitching itself together? She’d thought that injuries to an immortal’s most important organs healed first. That had to be his brain. She leaned in, her ear over his nose, to make sure he was breathing.

He was, slow and sure.

Good. That had to mean he was healing.

A scuffle sounded down the hallway, and Grace stood, instinctively keeping Benny behind her. If they tried to take him, she’d fight to protect him, but her chances sucked. A woman came into view with a tray in her hands. She keyed something on the pad, and a small opening appeared in the bottom of the glass.

Grace stepped closer. It was Bobbi’s sister. “Hey. I know you.”

Except today the woman wore a long dress, covering even her shoes, with her blond hair tied back in what looked like a tight ponytail. “Yes. Here. The food is healthy and will give you strength.” She pushed the tray through the opening and it smoothly slid shut again.

“Wait. What was your name? Kim?” Grace didn’t look at the food.