Page 204 of Blood Day
Willow didn’t move.
I nudged her. “Willow?”
Nothing.
She was out cold.
Maybe the lycans would allow it since they were the ones to knock her out?
I wasn’t given time to consider it more, as the doors unlatched in the next moment. I stood and walked toward the exit, incapable of doing more than obeying the routine.
Several of us formed a line and moved into the showers.
I kept my head down as I usually did, going through my routine, and changed into the new gown provided for me. I grabbed a second one for Willow, then hurried back to our cell.
It technically broke protocol, but there were still a few others showering, which gave me time to wander back to my cell.
Willow hadn’t moved.
I set the gown on her bed and quickly returned to the bathing area, just in time to join the line heading toward the dining hall.
Eggs. Spinach. Banana. Bottle of water.
It was the standard fare, although sometimes we had chicken and broccoli in the morning. After spending a month withhim, I realized how bland all this food tasted.
Another consequence of our forbidden game—refining my palate.
I chewed and swallowed, ignoring the lack of flavor and the pang in my chest. Rather than think ofhimand everything he’d shown me, I considered Willow.
She needs food.
Could I somehow smuggle some of this back to her? Maybe a banana and water?
Most of the lycans in the room weren’t paying any attention to us. The initial intrigue in studying their prey had waned over the last few days, our presence no longer new and exciting. They’d already picked the toys they wanted to play with; the rest of us were waiting for the inevitable chase.
I glanced at the food display and back at the lycans.Maybe I can grab something on my way back to my cell.
It would be a risk.
One that could garner some negative attention.
Or maybe it would earn me a swift death.Which I’ll just wake up from. Maybe.
I didn’t know Willow well. Was she worth dying for?
Does any of it really matter anymore?
I ground my teeth together, the hopelessness tugging at my spirit.Why not rebel a little? Why not grab some extra food and water for Willow?
I’d followed every damn rule, passed every fucking test, and I’d ended up here—in literal hell. Why? Because I could fight. Because I could run. Because I possessed decent sexual scores.
Hadheadded to those notes? Told the Alliance and the others how well I’d fucked him?
My hands curled into fists.I hate you,I thought at him.I hate you more than I ever thought possible. You’re a monster. A cruelMaster. Was this all just a fucking game to you? Did you leave me here to die because it amuses you?
I didn’t even wait for him to reply.
Because I knew he wouldn’t.
