PERSEFONE POV
I laughed.
I couldn’t help it.
It may have been a hysterical belly laugh but it came out thin and cracked and all kinds of wrong. At least my sense of humor had decided to survive where the rest of me was failing spectacularly.
“That was almost a joke,” I rasped. “Careful, Seven. People might start thinking there’s a personality hiding under all that serial-killer/maad-scientist stationery.”
He crouched beside my face, close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin.
Because creepy doctors in underground laboratories apparently did not understand the sacred art of backing the f**k off when a half-conscious girl is giving the right signals.
I pulled against the restraints again. He was so f*****g close I could bite his nose off, I just needed an inch or two, not e
