Page 282 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

“Hello?” I said. “Is someone there?”

I aimed at the opening and waited as one of the figures stepped forward.

She was tall with long lithe limbs and lips that were a little too thick for my liking. She was otherwise a stunner.

“Do you have an appointment to see his excellency?” she said.

Her voice was slow and drawling.

Just listening to her made me feel relaxed.

“Uh, no,” I said. “I don’t have an appointment.”

The girl smiled at me amiably and motioned for me to enter.

“Please, take a seat. Draw will be with you in a moment.”

Okay, so this wasn’t what I was expecting.

A gang of ravenous guards armed to the teeth and willing to fight to the death?

Absolutely.

A battle with the putrid and disgusting Draw who possessed more strength and speed than I ever thought possible?

Sure.

A pair of sweet girls with happy smiley faces?

Not so much.

I eased through the doorway and kept a close eye on my surroundings in case this was part of an ambush.

I saw no danger and slipped inside.

I appraised the open layout and the modern feel to the room.

The other girl had a ribbon of red hair that kept moving even when she didn’t move a muscle.

“May I take your jacket?” she said.

“Uh, no,” I said. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

She reached for the plasma rifle and I gripped it tighter.

She didn’t wear an expression of surprise, only interest.

“You can keep it if you want,” she said.

“I will, thanks,” I said.

The first helper floated over with a tray.

On it was a cold towel and a fresh glass of water.

I waved her away and focused on them both.

“I’m looking for the girl Draw brought here. Her name is Agatha.”

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