Page 78 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

Kren!

He was fighting!

If I could reach the window, if I could bang on it. Kren would see me and realize something was wrong.

He could stop this. He could stop it all.

I slipped past the Supervisor just as he turned to order the wall to slam back into place.

“Stop her!” the Supervisor bellowed.

The guards leaped into action, scrabbling to grab me.

The observation window was just ahead.

Only a few more yards…

Something caught my foot and I fell, my face slapping the floor.

I rolled onto my back.

By now, the medicine had already claimed my wits. But I didn’t need to be smart to smash the guard in the face with my heel.

I struck his dented visor. Again, again, and again.

He didn’t lose his grip. He was too strong.

I struck his visor once more and it slipped open.

The man inside stared back at me with his cold eyes.

My eyes widened at what I saw.

My nightmares were about to have a new supreme leader.

The guard bore the face of the one I loved most in the entire galaxy.

Kren.

The guards were clones of Kren.

“No…” I said as the guards scooped me up in their arms. “No!”

They strapped me into the chair and let me sink into my cold dark nightmares.

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KREN

The guy was almost impossible to hit. He moved faster than anyone I’d ever met in the pit.

I swung a fist at him but by the time my fist reached him, lagging as if it the slow-motion switch were stuck, he’d dodged and smacked me in the face two, three, sometimes four times.

He wasn’t a big hitter. That was my only saving grace. If he had been, there was no way I could have beaten him.

Unable to strike him, I decided to let him tire himself out. Moving at that kind of speed must take an enormous amount of energy.

I raised my shield and gripped my sword firmly so he couldn’t take it from me.

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