She chided herself. Emma had many mixed emotions, but running off the handle and going in there guns blazing wasn’t going to fix anything for Wrath or her. She went back to her locker near the elevator. There was a change of clothes waiting for her in there, but the medical team didn’t let her get very far. She wanted a shower, to feel the healing hot water clean away the dirty feeling that covered her. They didn’t let her get any of those things. She was led into a medical room, where several medical examiners worked to examine her. No one questioned her about her mental state, or evaluated her for a psychic evaluation. They questioned her about Wrath, and how it led up to a sexual interaction, but it was like they really didn’t care about her. They had money invested in him and they were all too happy about Number 216—Wrath choosing a female to mate with. Now they were looking at her like she was a corpse on the table. “Can you please spread your legs a little further? Whatever.
