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For this mission to be accomplished, his trust was a requirement. What I hadn’t anticipated was mewantingthat trust. I desperately wanted him to believe in me—for me—and to gain that I had no choice but to make my own sacrifice.
I slowly raised my hands and placed them on either side of his face, restraining my fingers to tangle in his midnight blue hair. My Variant soaked my skin in blissful warmth, as if I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Gazing directly into his boundless eyes, I gave him a glimpse of myself in return.
“My name…mytruename is Micah King. And what I want is what this world revolves around. Revenge.”
I reluctantly extricated myself from his lap and turned for the door, away from his grasp, vacant of his touch. He didn’t stop me.
Chapter 8
Psycho
Micah King. Ever since she had uttered those two words, I couldn’t stop pondering her existence. The admittance was undeniable; the significance of giving me her name,trustingme with her identity. I couldn’t fathom why she would give up such valuable information.
King…it rang a distant bell in my memory. The name once belonged to one of the four main powerhouses of Junction City’s underworld. The brutal sacking of the Sovereign was legendary, and to this day it was only whispered in warning.
Besides old rumours, my knowledge was limited. As the Sovereign was wiped off the map, I was a minor fledgling fighter in the Caverns, not yet inducted into the Ludus Maximus.
If Micah was a part of this family, the revenge she spoke of would be long overdue.
Which left me wondering…what did her revenge have to do with me?
It was the dead of night, the four walls of my padded cell compressing on what little oxygen was available. The tiny cot creaked as I slumped down on the edge, the vial of red blood dancing in the reflection of my purple UV lamp in the corner.
Let’s see what her words are worth.
I swallowed any lingering reservations and downed the contents. Coughing violently, I thumped my chest in an attempt to clear my airway, the metallic tang congealing to the lining of my throat.
I deserved to die choking on some random’s blood, purely for being blindingly stupid. I used my last remaining seconds to curse out that wench, with the perfect body and alluring face.
Then the elixir spiked my bloodstream like a tidal wave, pumping the concoction through my system at high speed. I breathed a contented sigh, the power of my Variant coming to life like a long-lost soul, saturating every fibre of my existence, finally making me whole.
The reliefand elation of being reunited with my Variant was purely euphoric…until the high wore off. The comedown definitely hit hard, my mind foggy with the gradual removal of my sixth sense.
Everyone was forced outside to enjoy the sun for lunch, laughter and smiles dominating the courtyard.
Per usual, I sat at a lonesome picnic table in the corner of the square. After five long weeks, I’d finally received a well-hidden note disguised inside the layers of my uneaten sandwich. And with this message, I had well and truly lost my appetite:
Haven’t found her.
Won’t stop ‘till I do.
G
My heart sank. G was my last hope, and the one person left to rely on. Many months of correspondence had now all led todead ends. If we were caught, we were all damned. A dreaded outcome I was unwilling to accept.
With his sacrifice for me and mine, the added loss of my Variant and the price I’d have to pay for the delivery of this message, I was now wading in an endless pool of anguish.
I shoved the note into my mouth, chewed the paper to mush and swallowed those useless words down my throat. I couldn’t take the merriment that accompanied the sunshine. I had to escape, or someone was going to die today.
Stomping across the courtyard, inmates and staff provided a wide girth, their attention directed elsewhere in case my ire found them. Except for one.
An inmate I’d never seen before stepped in my way, flowers woven through his long, matted copper hair that kept flicking me in the face. He tried to drag me into a circled waltz, laying a casual arm over my shoulder.
“Now let’s turn that frown upside down,friend,” he sang. “Our gracious sun has made an appearance and honoured us with her light.”
The atmosphere charged with static, everyone on high alert. I attempted to detangle myself and escape before I ripped his arm clean out of its socket, but the hippy fucker couldn’t read a room to save himself.
