I Regret Nothing - JB Trepagnier Page 0,10

I guess he thought he was superior enough to whatever it was that he could handle me with my magic. What an arrogant fuck. I was a thief, not a killer, but I would defend myself if he wanted to make my stay here for some fucked up hunting game.

“You probably deserve to be in here more than I do,” I hissed as he dragged me down a long hallway.

“Maybe. But I wouldn’t be caught dead biting the ankle of a witch at the scene of a crime. If she had something I wanted, I would have gone for her throat before anyone could get a dart in me. If you had just killed her, you wouldn’t be here right now and would be off with your loot.”

“You’re psycho. Don’t they have some kind of psychological test of this job before they let you in here? I steal. I don’t kill.”

“Grow up, cupcake. You’re in prison now. You’d better get good at killing if you intend to keep up your little stealing habit in here. They might not have magic here, but every time we toss cells, we find homemade weapons. You’ll get shanked with a toothbrush if you try stealing from people in here.”

Was it wrong that just made me want to try it more? The stakes were higher. Could I steal from other thieves and murderers?

“If I get caught.”

Faust roughly pulled me to his chest and growled at me again.

“This is prison. You will get caught. People will rat you out for a pack of cigarettes or toilet hooch. I have a vested interest in keeping you alive until I find out what you are. After that, I don’t care if you take a shank to the gut in the middle of the night because you stole someone’s commissary cookies.”

Well, prison just got even more fucked up. I thought I’d be avoiding Venus and Scorchwood killers. I now had a psycho guard who was playing a sick game to find out what I was. Hauser told me all about wolf hunts. It wasn’t just stalking. A lot of it was psychological. Faust was in a position of power here and could make things a lot more difficult for me here.

“I know exactly what I am.”

Maybe if I just told him, I could avoid all this.

Faust slammed me against the wall and pressed his finger to my lips.

“Shh, princess. I don’t want you just to tell me. There’s no fun in that. If you tell me before I break you, a little hunt will seem like a dream vacation compared to what I do to you after that. Don’t ruin this for me. I’ve marked you as prey, but I don’t intend to kill you just yet. Let me have my fun. You may enjoy it.”

I already knew I wasn’t going to enjoy a fucking thing about an alpha hunt that involved me. I fucked up, trying to take the amulet from Venus in the parking lot. I thought I just needed to keep my head down and serve my time.

I knew Venus would be after me, but Faust, who was supposed to be here to protect me, now was too.

Chapter 8

Dakarys

W

e needed a thief. And a good one to boot. Just our luck, a pretty damned famous one was moving into the cellblock next door. I hoped we could trust her. Rajack and I had been serving life in Scorchwood together. We were cellmates and wouldn’t have dreamed of trying to break out. It was supposed to be impossible. There was this Vampire there named Roman, who got out the front door a few times, but they always caught him. Whatever they did to him after they brought him back one time turned him into this crazy motherfucker.

But Silverhold? We had a lot more freedom here than we did at Scorchwood. And tasting a few comforts had us wanting more. We wanted out. I was a sphinx, and Rajack was a gargoyle. They threw me in Scorchwood to rot for selling on the black market. The prison term for that in Egypt now was ten years. But did anyone let me out? No. I’d long served my time several times over.

Rajack killed a pedophile. They should have given him a medal after what he told me he caught the guy doing. Apparently, even rich perverts had families that loved them, despite being deviant. They made sure he got sent to Scorchwood for life.

We were done. We survive the