Page 225 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

“Can’t we rest here for a minute?”

“No. We have to keep going. That’s if we want to reach the shuttlecraft as soon as we can.”

I sat up.

“What shuttlecraft?”

It was news to me.

“The one my gang put here for me to use to escape after I got free of the prison,” Egara said.

I had no idea he had everything planned out.

By the look of him, I never would have thought he was capable of planning.

He looked much more of a fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy.

I was so exhausted, I got up in stages, as no part of my body was ready to carry out the entire movement just yet.

I rocked to one side, lifted one leg, placed a foot, and used the bent knee to hoist myself up into a standing position.

I stood up straight and wavered uncertainly before catching my feet.

I extended the straw to Egara, who waved his hand.

“Keep it,” he said. “You’ll need it later.”

“Why would I need it? You said we should reach the shuttlecraft soon.”

“Soon, but not immediately.”

I tucked the straw in my pocket.

I was excited at the idea of escaping this moon.

I had lucked out with coming across Egara when I had.

Or was I?

The truth was, I’d been shot at, chased, almost raped, kidnapped and abducted, and that wasn’t taking into account the situation I now found myself in.

Even if meeting him hadn’t been the greatest stroke of luck, he was still the best shot I had at getting out of the prison.

What other way was there to escape than this?

And why did he decide he would take me with him?

I was nothing but a liability.

I had no fighting skills, had no resources.

I was just another hungry mouth to feed.

It was then that I heard a rushing sound.

The stream was too small and pathetic to produce that kind of sound unless it widened around the next bend and turned into raging rapids, which I very much doubted.

I peered out at the sand dunes but no wisps of sand whipped off their peaks from a strong wind.

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