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At that moment, our vow felt unbreakable, as solid and real as the walls of our prison.
And with that shared conviction, we faced the dawning day, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.
7
TIX
The walk to the Prize Pool was a mixture of emotions.
My arm securely around Grace’s waist, I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat against my side.
It was intoxicating.
The path was familiar, but today, everything felt different.
The soft hum of the prison’s life support systems sang a different tune, and the artificial lighting overhead felt a little brighter.
“It won’t be long now,” Grace whispered, her words filled with both optimism and sadness.
Her words held truth.
Every time she entered the Prize Pool, there was the danger of another claiming her.
The idea sent a fierce surge of protectiveness through me, along with a tang of jealousy.
The sour taste lingered, but I swallowed it down, focusing on the present.
Stopping a few feet from the entrance, I turned to face her.
I bent slightly to capture her lips with mine.
The kiss was soft, full of promise, its aroma vaguely sweet.
Pulling back, I rested my forehead against hers, taking in the sound of our combined breaths. “I can’t wait to see you again, Grace. Every moment without you feels like an eternity.”
She laughed, the sound light and musical, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. “You have quite the way with words for an inmate. I feel the same. I’m counting on our plan, Tix. We have to make it work.”
Nodding, I released her reluctantly, watching as she moved closer to the Prize Pool entrance.
Her departure was always the hardest part, watching her walk away, not knowing what the next day would bring.
Today, there was an added weight, an added expectation.
I watched her silhouette fade, my senses still tingling from our recent embrace.
Turning away, I felt a sudden surge of elation.
It was as if the universe had finally aligned in my favor.
Not only had I found my fated mate in the most unlikely of places, but she held the key, quite literally, to our escape.
The weight of the years I’d spent in Ikmal seemed to lift a little, replaced by hope and excitement for the future.
The hallways of the prison, usually cold and oppressive, felt different.
I could hear the murmurs of other inmates, their conversations carrying hints of envy and admiration.
News traveled fast in Ikmal.
