Fusion (The Patrick Chronicles) by Williams Nicole

Author:Williams, Nicole [Williams, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: YA, The Patrick Chronicles, paranormal romance, young adult, Eden Trilogy
Published: 2012-09-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was prison o’thirty and no matter how much longer I wanted to hold Emma tucked to my chest on my older brother’s living room couch, I had to get back or else I’d be labeled an escaped inmate and anyone with a badge and a gun would have a license to kill me if they meandered upon me.

The guns I wasn’t worried about; the repercussions of those guns failing to penetrate my skin was more what had my boxers in a bunch.

Pressing one last kiss into her temple, I slid the pillow under her sleeping head and, before I could talk myself out of it, teleported into my bedroom closet. After months of this same routine, I still hadn’t gotten used to sliding out of expensive, soft boxers and into 10 count cotton, itchy as hell, ugly as sin prison jumpsuits and undergarments.

Groaning, I closed my eyes and left Montana and everyone I loved behind. One second later, I opened my eyes and took in the lovely cement ceiling above my bunk the California taxpayers had so generously furnished.

Another day down, one day closer to being out and able to be with Emma whenever I wanted. I hadn’t forgotten the reason I’d taken the fall for the Scarlett boys beating the piss out of Ty Steele and I’d do it again, but certain mornings I begrudged this decision more than others.

This was one of those mornings.

“Rise and shine, tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum!” Officer Stick-in-the-Mud fog-horned into our cell later that day, beating his baton against the bars. “Afternoon nap time is all over with.”

“Rising and shining, sir,” I said as Mr. Rogers let out a low growl on the bunk below. Hopping down to the floor, I found Officer High-and-Tight shooting me a crazy grin. I didn’t know whether he was in love with me or loathed me.

“The warden wants to see you,” he said, pointing his baton at me, that smile twisting another loop.

“Super,” I said under my breath, not sure why he needed to see me, but the warden never saw anyone to hand out gold stars or pats on the back. I’d done something to get on his radar, which was exactly what I’d been trying to avoid. I could only hope I wasn’t on his radar due to my little disappearing act every night.

Still smiling like he was straight out of the nut house, he handed me a pair of cuffs and waited. I knew the routine. Snapping them tight one wrist at a time, I couldn’t help but think how fragile the steel cuffs felt. Like a wet noodle I could sever with the lightest of twitches.

After I flashed my cuffed wrists, the officer shouted, “Open nine-three-two!” and swoosh! The door was open and I was free to see the warden.

I’d rather be locked behind the steel bars.

Warden Drumheller was a legend in the world of penitentiaries. His daddy had been a warden, as had his granddaddy before that. Being a warden was in his blood and what he breathed.

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