Chapter 183: You Will Not Die

"That would be a good way to pass the time. Wait--what? Your what?" Did it mean he accepted her? That he thought she could be a person with honor. Wait, he called her his breeder earlier, in the infirmary.

"My breeder."

"So now I'm good enough to be your breeder. Is it because of the bomb?" She scowled at him--her best scowl. "You'd better not feel sorry for me."

He crouched over her. "You have always been good enough to be my breeder." He braced his hands on either side of her head. "I am the one not worthy of being your citizen."

"Oh..." She was never at a loss for words, but now she just stared up at him. "When did you claim me as your breeder?" Never in a million years could she have guessed that being called that could bring her such joy. "Natalie said you bite your breeders to prolong their lives. You didn't bite me." Truthfully, she wouldn't want to have to live with being Marcie for a thousand years. If it was true that they lived that long.