I Regret Nothing - JB Trepagnier Page 0,32

a mate tended to make people crazy. Case in point, how I was acting since I met this inmate. What I should have done was get blotto drunk and take a run in the wood until I figured out how to ignore this.

My wolf was scratching at the surface. Our fucking mate was in a magical maximum-security prison with a witch who wanted to kill her. She was pretty, and there were rapists there. I’d killed a few that weren’t jobs because they didn’t stop in prison.

I slammed my shot glass down. Fuck my days off. I couldn’t kill her. No one could.

I would find out what she was, claim her, and kill every last witch that tried to hurt her.

Chapter 24

Rei

I

fully intended to keep my head down and serve my time. I had all these grand ideas of how to do that in solitary because there wasn’t much else to do. If I had to rot in solitary that long because they didn’t want Venus and I in the same prison, then who’s grand idea was it to stick us together now? I knew Silverhold was supposed to be the strongest magical prison in our area, and I was sure other countries didn’t want to deal with Venus either, but what the fuck?

And then there was fucking Faust. I had no doubt he would kill me when he was done with his stupid hunt. The only reason he was up Venus’s ass and keeping me in his office was that he didn’t want her to get there first.

Yeah, I definitely needed to get out of here.

And honestly? I’d never broken out of prison before. It sounded like massive amounts of fun, and no one had ever broken out of Silverhold before. The bell rang for count before I heard the big plan or precisely what I was stealing, but if they managed to get contraband into the prison having just learned about computers, I had no doubts they could do this. I hadn’t even figured out how to check my damned email on the prison computer.

We needed to have a meeting about this, but the only place we could safely talk with so many people who would either rat us out or demand to come with us was the mailroom. And Faust grunted at me he would be off for the next few days, so he was sticking me there because I couldn’t be in his office unsupervised. Score. I wasn’t just finding out how we were getting out of here. I’d have four days away from him.

So, who the fuck was shaking me and growling at me when I was trying to ignore that blaring bell? I rolled over and looked at two amber eyes that weren’t supposed to be here today.

“On your feet and out for count, inmate. I don’t want to have to do this every morning. No one gives a shit about your beauty sleep. Solitary is a shitty place. Don’t end up there because you missed count. I’m actually trying to help you. If another guard were doing count, they wouldn’t have woken you. They wouldn’t have even come in your cell. Their clicker would have come up short, they’d sound any alarm you’d probably ignore too, and you’d be dragged straight to solitary. Get up and stand at the front of your cell.”

Well, shit. That was the most Faust had ever said to me, and he had this unfamiliar look in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” I demanded, throwing my itchy gray blanket off. “I thought you were off the next few days.”

“I picked up some extra shifts. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I did what he said because I didn’t want a repeat of solitary. I already knew he didn’t want me in there because he didn’t work in solitary, and it would fuck up his hunt. He wasn’t doing this to be nice to me, keeping me out of there.

We couldn’t have any secret mail room visits now. After breakfast, we had to report straight to work, which meant more time with Faust. He took his usual position in the mess hall to glare at Venus. I grabbed my breakfast with Dakarys and Rajack. They noticed Faust as soon as they sat down.

“What the fuck is he doing here? It’s his day off, and he never picks up extra shifts,” Dakarys said.

This could not be about me. He couldn’t want to find out what I was that bad that he took on