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I lowered the blanket from my head and expelled the heat that’d gathered beneath the covers. I peered at the door.
It was still shut. I couldn’t lie here naked and wet and ready for action in case a random prisoner came in.
I slid to the side of the bed and, keeping an eye on the door, scooped up my flimsy piece of clothing that felt little better than tissue paper. I pulled it on.
Still, I felt exposed.
I moved for Egara’s wardrobe and sorted through the clothes until I came to the simple shirts. I grabbed one and pulled it over my head. It fell to my knees. Okay, so I wasn’t about to win any style awards but if I dressed up with enough clothes, I could pass for a regular prisoner in case someone came in.
I would wait for the guards to turn up and let them escort me back to the Prize Pool. I would be safe there.
Lily always took good care of her girls, even if she did come across as an ice queen sometimes.
I tugged on a pair of Egara’s shorts and tucked the shirt into them. I completed my disastrous appearance with a cap.
I checked myself in the mirror. This just might work.
There was a loud boom from somewhere in the prison and I spun toward the door.
That flimsy door was all that was keeping me from harm right now.
That damn door.
It wouldn’t open until seven in the morning.
I moved to the wall beside the door and pressed my back to it. I had nothing to do now but wait.
The shouts and screams turned frantic outside. I clasped my hands over my ears to prevent the worst of it. Along with the rising and falling klaxon it had all the hallmarks of anarchy.
It was while my mind was moving along those tracks that the cell door opened, making the yelling louder than ever, and a figure stepped into the room.
I screamed.
The door slid shut and the figure turned to me. So much for pretending to be a battle-hardened prisoner, I thought. If anyone heard my girlish scream, they would see through my disguise immediately.
Egara lowered his hood and leaned his bed-pole against the wall and crook of the bedframe. I couldn’t help but notice it was now smothered in blood.
“W-What’s going on?” I said.
“It’s a riot,” Egara said. “It’s a riot and the entire prison has gone to hell.”
2
EGARA
The moment I heard that klaxon go off, my immediate thought was, “It’s finally happened.”
A riot.
I heard the rushed elevated and excited tone of the inmates who never made that noise unless it was a special occasion—often when they were being served their favorite meal.
I had to climb off the delicious morsel I had lying naked under me and go check if my suspicions were correct. It was hard to leave such a beauty but I couldn’t miss out on this opportunity if it was what I thought it was.
A damn riot!
And if it was…
I would only get one shot to exploit it.
