Year Two: Rebels - Cara Wylde Page 0,6

out. He tried to grab my wrists, but I was too quick for him. I could tell he wasn’t trying hard enough. Maybe he was afraid he might hurt me. He didn’t want to fight a woman. I laughed darkly. Well, good for him. He was going to die a gentleman. Because I wanted him dead. No, not dead. Death didn’t mean anything to me. I wanted him… I wanted him…

“Yoli, don’t! Stop!”

I wanted him…

I pinned his arms above his head and leaned over him. He probably thought I was going to kiss him. What a fool. I sank my teeth in his jaw and bit him hard. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to be a part of me, to become one with me. I wanted to… devour him. I felt blood on my tongue, and he screamed under me. This time, he put all his force into pushing me away, and he managed to send me sprawling onto the floor. He jumped to his feet just as the nurse from before walked in, followed by two male nurses. They were big and bulky, and they grabbed me off the floor before I could react.

“I told you she’s dangerous,” the nurse scolded Davien in a bored voice. She took out a vial and filled up a syringe.

“She was fine… She just…”

“Please, Mr. Krause. It’s time for you to go.”

Davien shot me one last look. He was holding his jaw in his hand, blood pouring through his fingers, staining the front of his uniform.

“Why?” he asked me, still in shock.

I sneered at him. His blood dripped down my chin, and the two male nurses could barely hold me down.

“I want to show you…”

“Show me what?”

“What it feels like…”

I felt the needle sink into my arm. The potion was strong. I was going to be out in seconds. Yes, at the Karmic Asylum, medication meant… potions. Drugs created and spelled by mages. Davien stepped closer to me, and one of the male nurses pushed him away harshly.

As my eyes rolled into my head, I whispered: “Unbridled existence…”

CHAPTER THREE

I was sitting in my chair, a glass of water between my hands. As my fingers trembled, tiny waves crossed the surface of the water from one side to the other. I stared into the glass, brows furrowed, bottom lip between my teeth. Waves. I could almost smell the ocean, almost feel the breeze on my face.

“Excited about your daily walk?”

The nurse’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I raised my eyes to look at her. She gave me a smile and continued changing my bed sheets. She’d come in earlier, helped me get dressed, and then occupied herself with replacing the dirty sheets with clean ones. She did the same with the only towel I had in my bathroom. In a few minutes, she was going to take me for a walk around the Karmic Asylum.

I nodded.

Was I excited, though? I doubted it. I wasn’t sure what excitement was, or whether I’d ever experienced the feeling. However, it was important to be on good terms with the nurse. Today, she’d skipped the medication that usually came with breakfast. She’d said the doctor wanted to lower the dose and see what happened, but since I couldn’t remember who my doctor was and what he looked like, I was instead grateful to her for not making me drink the stinky potion that usually turned my stomach and barely allowed me to enjoy my breakfast. As she moved around the room tirelessly, putting things in order and gathering the dirty laundry in a basket, I considered her the most important person in my life at that moment. And I didn’t even know her name. She wore an identity card attached to the chest pocket of her scrubs, but it only read Nurse T. Not exactly a name, was it? I briefly wondered why the management of the Karmic Asylum had decided patients shouldn’t know the name of the staff members. She’d said countless times that my doctor was Doctor H. Letters. Why letters?

“Alright, let’s go then.” She gave the room one last scrutinizing look and nodded in satisfaction. “A bit of air will increase your appetite. Get you ready for lunch.”

That was right… I hadn’t been eating much lately, had I?

I followed her out the door, and she led me down the corridor toward an old elevator. We stepped inside, the doors closed, and an intense, heavy scent of moisture almost made me