Siren Awakened - C.R. Jane Page 0,7
Don’t be late again.”
I nodded. “Of course.”
“Get in the kitchen and load your cart. Trevor’s waiting to take you into maximum security to deliver meals. You better hurry. The inmates will be starved.”
And I did just that, figuring I could sneak in something to eat from the kitchen. Though I found it interesting I was back on food delivery to the prisoners underground, instead of focusing on Seth. The warden must have given Boris new instructions. Fine by me. Down there, I just delivered food and was mainly left alone.
Half the day flew past, and it surprised me when we arrived back into the mess hall and lunch was already being prepared. I helped myself to a bowl of tomato soup with chunks of stale bread that were a poor excuse for croutons and sat at a table near the window where a slither of light poured in from outside. The soup tasted like fresh tomatoes with a layer of basil, thick and sliding like silk on my tongue. I moaned with delight and kept eating, well aware this stuff came out of a huge metal can and had tasted like crap in the past. Still, I couldn’t get enough.
A shadow fell over me. I glanced up to find some bald guy with ink up his arms and neck, standing across from me.
“Been watching you. If you keep eating your soup like you’re having an orgasm, my friends and I can make it a dream come true.” He winked at me and peered over his shoulder at the table with two other men.
Suddenly, I lost my appetite and got to my feet. “Get the fuck away from me.”
Not waiting for a response, I marched out of there, their laughter following me out into the corridor. Assholes.
Chapter 3
Keon
I leaned over the railing, staring down into the main prison area, my gaze locked on Selena. I’d been watching her ever since she left her cell in the morning. Rushing about, looking over her shoulder constantly, but I wasn’t a damn fool.
She was scared of me and keeping her distance. I clenched my fists, loathing how damn wrong the fight against Laz had gone. My inner demon took over, a monster I’d lived with all my life. I was born this way and spent my whole life trying to hide him from the world. His hunger was ravenous, and the only way to control him was to let him out occasionally to sate that need for bloodshed. It was one of the reasons I took this job at Nightmare Penitentiary. Who’d miss a few missing pieces of scum? The worst of the worst resided here, and some of those asshats deserved a far worse punishment than just being locked up.
But all of that meant shit and was no excuse for what I did to Selena.
Nothing I’d ever done filled me with the kind of passion she roused in me, with how she made me feel alive after years of living like an empty shell. Then I’d gone and destroyed it all.
Fuck.
Sickness churned in my gut, and I felt like I was going to throw up. Except I’d already done that earlier, and my stomach was still empty. Now I bled on the inside at the agony pulsing within me.
I growled under my breath, while fury burned through me. My sanity wore thin.
I’d killed Selena. Nothing I did would change that.
There was no other way to look at it.
I’d fucked up so severely, and I don’t know how to come back from the mess.
I glanced down at her as she pushed her empty cart into the mess hall, her dark hair with blue tips draped half-way down her back. Trevor strolled behind her, his eyes on her ass. Jealousy spiked, and my first reaction had me twisting toward the stairs to make him pay, to rip his eyes out and wear them as ornaments.
“What the fuck, man?” I murmured to myself. It was me I was pissed at, and I just wanted to desperately feel something other than the shame and guilt tearing me apart.
Rage slipped down to my fingertips, the beast in me pushing for release, sensing my own anger. Shouting came from the passage to my right, where a bunch of pricks were fighting. I lifted my head and sniffed the air, picking up the scent of blood.
That was my calling, and there was no holding me back. I wanted a fight, and the universe delivered. I bolted toward the gathering crowd,