(Aubrey’s P.O.V.)
Today marks two weeks since I was released from the Detention Facility. I was oblivious to the fact until Matron Mary Ann mentioned it on our way to the Bearer Center this morning. She just returned to her usual activities and, luckily, she is kinder to me now, it’s like the attack brought us together. Matron Constance has also been nicer to me since the arson. The only person who is still rude to me is the commander; I don’t understand why. For a moment I thought the experience would bring us together; I know he claimed that he was only doing his job, but his job doesn’t consist in hugging me and whispering to my ear that everything will be fine, which is exactly what he did after the fire. I have thought about that moment constantly the past couple days, I recall how safe I felt between his arms, just like the day he gave me his jacket. It is strange that such an intimidating man can make me fe
(Leopold’s POV)Today I’m in a worse mood if that is even possible. Our raid this morning was a failure, when we got to the place the Keepers’ intel indicated, the Eels had already fled and destroyed most of the evidence. We were able to collect some pamphlets and personal items, but nothing relevant. I can’t bear the idea of Eels escaping, it infuriates me beyond words. My blood is boiling.“Commander Mortensen, how was today’s outing? Next time you take your men for a stroll try not to make such a fuss about it,” Commander Walter Wilson says mockingly.Wilson and I have always been competitive with each other, we got in the Shark Forces at the same time and our progress has been pretty much alike in the past few years. The next step is to become major and we both
(Jareth’s P.O.V.)The 9th Unit awaits for its commander nervously. Our morale is down after this morning’s fiasco with the raid and we all know that we are going to receive a monumental reprimand from Commander Mortensen as soon as he gets here.The moment he walks in we all hold our breaths expecting the worse but to our surprise, the commander salutes us distractedly and lets the Unit resume their usual activities. The Sharks look at each other confused, but no one says a word. Most of the stares go straight to me, they are looking for an explanation because I’m the person closest to the commander and I know him better than anyone here but I am confused too. Why does he look so distracted? I follow the commander to the shooting range after I shrug to let my Unit mates know that I am as lost as them. Maybe he was so angry he suffered a mental breakdown.
(Aubrey’s POV)Today like any other day, I feel a pang of fear the moment the commander arrives. Baxter runs to greet his owner while I finish setting up the table.“I’m not hungry,” he declares curtly and then he walks up the stairs.I stay in the dining room unsure about what to do. If he doesn’t eat dinner, does it means I can’t eat either? I decide to nibble something while I clean up the table. I put everything back in its place, I store the untouched food inside glass containers and then I leave the kitchen spotless.Once everything is done, I go into the bedroom. The commander is already asleep so I try to be as quiet as possible, the last thing I wa
Once I feel better I step out of the shower, I wrap my body in a towel and go back to the bedroom. I left the door ajar, the 9th Unit is already here. I can hear them talking downstairs. I walk out of the bedroom and stay by the banister paying attention to what the Sharks say. “Sabrina, take that, put it with the other pieces of evidence,” Jareth says. “Why me? Let Valentine do it!” I hear her reply in a whiny voice. “He gave you an order! Do it!” Commander Mortensen’s voice fills the whole house. “Commander, you are back!” Jareth exclaims. “Where is Baxter? Is he okay?” “Yes, they used some kind of sprayed sedative on him but he’ll recover. The vet wanted to keep him for the night jus
The first thing I feel when I wake up is Mortensen’s sturdy body next to mine. I stare at him while he sleeps, as frightening as he is, I can’t help to find him attractive. I don’t know why I feel this way, maybe it’s because he saved my life during the fire or maybe it’s because of all the small gestures he has showed me since I got here but I unexpectedly feel appreciative towards him and I start to think I care for him. I’m still afraid of the commander and I dread every time he looks daggers at me or gets angry, but now my fear is mixed with other feelings he awakens in me that I can’t precisely identify, I just know they are there.After a while, the commander starts to wake. I get up from the bed and go out of the bedroom before he opens his eyes. I don’t want him to know I was staring at him.
“Bearers, I have some very exciting news!” Matron Mary Ann informs us while we take our places inside classroom 11. “Bearer's Day is coming and Mother Addison has already assigned us our task for that day.”All Bearers look at the Matron expectantly, some of them are murmuring to each other. I have no idea what they are so excited about, I know Bearer's Day is an annual event organized by the Ministry of Females where Bearers and their families enjoy a big celebration, but since my mom abandoned the Ministry at the same time she abandoned her family, I don’t really remember what this day is all about. “What will be our task, Matron Mary Ann?” Melody asks with a wide grin.“Please, let it be the decoration, I’ve always wanted to decorate the Grand Fertility Forum!&rdquo
(Leopold’s POV)I walk in circles around my office feeling restless. I am worried that the Ministry of Press and Information is going to find out about what happened last night. I know none of my men would ever betray me, not even Sabrina that resents me for dumping her would be capable of leaking the information to the press, but maybe a nosy neighbor saw something…. If the news that I was attacked in my own house gets out there I will be everyone’s laughingstock and Major Anderson won’t hesitate to use the incident against me. He’ll surely try to convince General Schubert that I am too incompetent to be promoted to Major.I take a seat and I grab my phone, I am about to call Gustav, he is the only person who can prevent this information from seeing the light. I dial his number, the fact that I know it by hard annoys me.
(Aubrey’s POV)I finish putting the frosting on the last muffin and smile pleased with myself. Suddenly, I feel Baxter’s moist nose on my calf. Baxter has stayed by my side since the moment I started baking the muffins. Every now and then he whines a little to remind me that he is here and that he wants me to give him a piece of muffin. I’m moved by his sweet round eyes and, after what happened last night when I thought he was going to die, I want to spoil him as much as I can, but I have no idea if dogs are allowed to eat muffins and I fear he might get sick. The muffins look good and they smell even better. The whole house smells great, like sugar and butter. I eat one of the muffins to see how they taste. It is soft and buttery… its been a while since I ate something so good. Bearers are supposed to eat healthy food all the time, but the Matro