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Something slid across the floor, bouncing against my shoes. I didn’t dare bend down to pick it up. She could use the distraction to attack me, and I wasn’t going to make any stupid moves while I was in here.
“It’s not poisoned,” she added. “We want you alive. For now.”
Oh, how I wished I could see this woman.
“Why should I believe you?” I asked.
She scoffed. “You shouldn’t.”
I heard a door shut and waited for the silence to return, but instead, I could hear her retreating footsteps. Then another door slammed closed, followed by several locks being engaged.
I waited, standing there frozen in place, and the only other thing I could hear was the wind blowing in from somewhere. Hopefully somewhere I could escape out of.
My shoe nudged the tray at my feet, and I bent down, feeling around blindly. There were two rolls, some sort of red meat based on the smell, and a bottle of water.
I shoved a mouthful of bread between my teeth as I opened the water, listening for the safety seal to break. Not that it would assure me I wasn’t going to die from eating or drinking any of this, but it was a small reassurance, nonetheless.
What do we think of the grandmother?I asked my wolf.
That she needs to die, she replied.She smells like death.
I’d missed that, but I wasn’t surprised. If she’d chosen Knox over Cillian, then I assumed her hands were covered in blood.
She at least wasn’t lying about the food, my wolf added.Nothing tastes or smells off, but she either didn’t know there was a shield over the room or forgot to put it up. I’m not sure which is worse.
Why can’t either be good?I asked.At least we can hear something other than silence and each other.
There’s more wrong with this place than just being a prisoner here, she replied.We can’t trust anyone.
That I could agree with, but we were going to have to get people to trustusif we were going to find a way out of here.
* * *
Another day later—accordingto my wolf who could apparently tell the time without needing a clock or the sun—it didn’t matter that the little bubble around our cell had been burst. There were still no other fucking sounds.
I was hours from going insane when Nannio, also now known as Psycho Granny, returned. Though, it annoyed me to think of her as a grandmother. Someone who could trick their grandson into abandoning their home just so she could further sabotage things didn’t deserve such a title, which was how I ended up thinking of her as The Psycho.
She entered my cell for the second time, still invisible in the darkness, and slid another tray over to me. I’d kept the first one, tempted to beat her to death with it, but decided it was time to see just how cocky she felt.
If these people truly thought they had me right where they wanted, they’d have no problem telling me things they didn’t want others to know.
“Why did you turn on Cillian?” I asked, picking up the tray and biting into the roll.
She didn’t answer at first. I heard the hinges on the door creak, thinking she was going to leave, but then she paused. “I didn’t turn on him.”
I snorted and nearly choked on the bread. “Right. Because when you sent him to another world, stopped talking to him, and then stole his mate, that was you being on his side.”
“I didn’t steal you.”
“Yet, you also haven’t let me out. Guilty by association.” At least, that was what I was convinced of.
She didn’t respond, so I asked another question. “Why doesn’t Cillian know about Knox?”
“Because he doesn’t need to,” she answered.
“But he’s going to,” I said confidently. “Cillian will come for me.”
“He won’t find you, even if he knows you’re here,” she replied, not sounding as sure about her words as I suspected.
