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How could I not be?
What was different about the situation from three days ago when Druin had entered the fighting pits to Claim and harm me?
Nothing.
And this time, I wouldn’t have Ohara there to protect me. I would be thrown to the wolves and there would be no going back.
26
OHARA
It wasn’t every day you found your fated mate… but why did that day have to be less than a week before I would never see her again?
Lily had taken the news as well as could be expected. I hated the look on her face — the one I had etched there.
She’d tried her best to ignore the tumultuous emotions rolling through her mind like a maelstrom and she did a sterling job, but there was no way to dispel them completely.
Her concern was etched around her eyes and stole her time with me when we were together.
For ten years, I had dreamed of the day I would walk free, had fashioned the scenario in my mind, of dusting the dirt and crud from this place off my shoes and never looking back again.
And then she came into my life. She made the past ten years worth it.
But now I was going to lose her, lose my fated mate, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Or was there?
Ever since I met her, a solution bubbled to the forefront of my mind, something that I put on the back burner to ignore until I came up with a better idea.
But none presented itself.
Now, with the days trickling away and with no other solution to hand, I decided to take action.
My release was dependent on good behavior. If I were to commit another crime, such as violence against a guard, they would give me more time.
The harm I did would need to be proportional. If I attacked with cause, the Supervisor would be more understanding and wouldn’t send me to the depths of the prison where I wouldn’t be able to see Lily or compete in the pits.
It needed to be serious but not too serious.
I scooped the rusty nail off my cell’s desk and tucked it in my pocket. I would find a guard, create some kind of disturbance, and then attack him with the nail.
It made me sick to my stomach to think I would willfully harm someone I had no beef with. I thought about attacking Druin instead but no one had seen him recently and such actions might get me barred from the pits… and that was not an option.
I slammed the door to my cell shut as I marched down the hall. A guard, I thought. I needed a guard.
Normally, you couldn’t move for them, and now, I couldn’t seem to find one anywhere!
I stalked the hallways, ignoring the stern looks from the other prisoners. I took one corner after another until I came to a pair of guards standing outside a cell that was currently being tossed. They stood to attention, shock rifles clutched tight in well-trained hands.
I reached into my pocket and felt the nail there. I didn’t need to do a lot of harm, just draw some blood. Then they would hit me with their shock rifles and the pain…
I grimaced at the thought of it. But it was nothing compared to the thought of losing Lily. A few minutes of intense physical pain in exchange for years of bliss with her. It seemed like a good trade to me.
I withdrew the nail and held it in my sweaty fist. I stalked toward them, my intent clearly painted on my face if they were to just look.
Ten yards became nine, became eight, became seven. I drew closer, and still they hadn’t turned toward me.
Six became five.
