Surreptitious Alliance: Marked by My Alien Slave

Morgan pov.

Luca saves me the walk down the hallway by appearing directly in my office where I'm welcomed home by Bing like usual. I take two seconds to contemplate if I want to unplug Bing from everything or just my home before going for the first option. I sit behind my desk and put in my security code, before deactivating him from my office, knowing I just cut the time we have here in half, but I don't mention it to Luca of else the Fairie will blink us back and this will all have been for nothing. I enter the second security code and sigh in relief when the monitor tells me we have five minutes.

"I need to get some things from the kitchen." I tell the Fairie who looks at me like I've lost my mind. "We have time." I assure him, leaving the office and stopping by my room to find a bag big enough to fit al Rain's supplements. I dump as much as I can in before the bag looks like an overstuffed pig and then hurry back to the office to find the mainframe disconnected from everything.

"We have to go." Luca mutters and I nod, reaching underneath my desk, unplugging the flash drive with a smile. "That's what we came for? A flash drive?" He almost growls and I roll my eyes.

"We came for my entire life's work that's going to be useless if you don't blink us back in the next sixty seconds. I unplugged him from my office too." Luca's eyes widen and then we're back in the living room we were in last night. "Are you insane?" The Fairie asks, wings fluttering up a storm behind him. "Do you know what flying under the radar means? You weren't supposed to alert anyone that we were there." He seethes and I take a step back from him.

"If I left him connected to the office, they would have been able to find us." I explain. While the Glaze-Protect systems can't find Bing, the other half of Bing sure is able to. "It wouldn't have done us any good leaving him connected to my office. I have collogues that have access to him." The Fairie's eyes blaze but his wings beat slower.

"What's going on here?" Isa asks as she flutters into the room, looking regal in a glittery blue dress that seems to be alive with the energy flowing from her.

"We went to get Bing." Luca huffs and Isa frowns. "Her computer. We went to get her computer who was connected to her office so now they know she was in the Bio-Glaze at least for ten minutes and they know she has a Fairie helping her because we're the only species who can travel without their damn portals." He gets worked up again and I sigh.

"They can't do anything without Bing. Not for a while at least." All my main codes are saved within Bing's programming. It's a fail-safe I never knew I would need.

"You did a reckless thing." Benjamin suddenly says, walking out from behind a bookshelf in the corner of the sitting room.

"Well, I couldn't get you the information I'm guessing you're after without Bing and I don't think you understand how much time I just bought you. Bing's been a huge part of their system for years and I'm the only one who has full control over him. Without my consent nothing gets changed or adapted in his programming. He's mine and I've just taken him and all the codes I've written. They're basically screwed unless they have a programmer that can match me and even with that, it'll take them at least a month to get the system up to working standard." It took me four years to build Glaze Protect to what it was and ten minutes to ruin all the work I did.

"That still doesn't mean you go and put your life in danger." Isa insists and I sigh.

"Along with Bing being down there I can embed him in your systems here and modify him so whatever new programmes or codes they introduce there won't work. That means Gloss, Gliss and Teranian will be free to do as you please. You can form your own independent system, away from the Commander and away from their technology. You can prepare for your war without having to worry about them watching you while you can watch them because Bing has been in their systems, I have backdoors they don't even know about." I had thought I was just being a good programmer when I installed all those backdoors. I had thought I was protecting myself when I built Bing, when I refused to store my codes on any other system, on any other programmes. Turns out, I was inadvertently getting ready for a war I didn't even know was coming.

"You can do all that?" Benjamin asks, looking doubtful.

"More than four hundred years alive and you can't?" Luca snorts and even Isa giggles. "Yes, old man. I can do all that. Give me a couple of weeks and I'll have you up and running on your own systems. Oh, and if anyone runs into a jagged looking hybrid, please don't kill him. I'm still holding out hope that he's on our side." Even if I know the only side Ragna is on is his own.

"Rain was right." Benjamin mutters and I frown.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Right about what?"

"You're dangerous." The vampire tells me, something like respect shining in his dark orbs.

"When did Rain say I was dangerous?" He's never told me that I was dangerous, and I've never made him think I was. Did I?

"I had the privilege of rummaging through his thoughts last night." He says and I give him a murderous look. "Before you go and kill me. I had his permission. He wanted me to give him back his memories. I couldn't help but look." He defends and I frown.

"You can give us our memories back?" He sighs, like he's annoyed with himself for having said too much.

"Yes, I can unlock them again. However, it's a painful process and I can't go poking around in your head again. Not if I want to love to see another four hundred years."

"Says who?" I ask, fed up with all their secrets.

"Me." I turn to the entrance of the door where a young man is standing, his curly black hair neatly arranged on his head as his fringe falls just above his deep brown eyes. His skin is chestnut that's free from any visible blemishes making him look almost exotic with the rest of his dark features. There's something achingly familiar about his face, as if I've seen it somewhere before but I can't quite put a finger on it.

"And who the hell are you?" I ask, a little fed up with people making decisions about my life for me.

"You didn't teach her manners." The man narrows his eyes at Benjamin who gives him an apologetic look. "That is no way to greet your father." He tells me, looking right at me and I can't stop the words that tumble out of my mouth. "Fuck, no."