Queen Fae (NYC Mecca Series Book 3) by Jaymin Eve & Leia Stone

Author:Jaymin Eve & Leia Stone [Eve, Jaymin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Freedom always has a price.

Over the next two hours I waited for a sign that the guard was tiring or losing focus. It had to be nearing the middle of the night now. But the stubborn bastard just kept whittling away like he was hooked up to a coffee IV.

I decided to test the waters. “I’m thirsty.”

If I could get him to come closer, I could lash out with mecca through the bars and hopefully knock him out close enough to reach his keys.

“You’ll live,” he replied curtly and kept whittling. Argh! I decided the best thing I could do would be to fake sleep. Curling up on the straw mat, I faced the wall and stared out of the little drain grate there. Inside of it, I could see a few frozen blades of grass, so I focused on them for over an hour, all the while pinching my inner thigh to keep myself from dozing off. I could not fall asleep first. Eventually, he would move, drift off, or pee. Right?

As my patience waned, I decided I would give it only a little longer, and then I would just lash out with mecca anyway. I’d have to use more if he was alert, hit him really hard. Hopefully the power wouldn’t get out of control and kill me.

A shadow moved in front of the drain grate then and I froze, blinking a few times as I waited to see what was entering the hole. What in the…? A large tan hand passed in front of the rectangular grate and I had to force myself not to move. If the guard was watching me, I still wanted him to think I was asleep. The hand passed a small paper note through the grate bars and held it there in midair, one tip of the finger poking it through the bars. My heart nearly stopped beating as I reached out slowly, keeping my back stiff to the guard, and took the note. I let my fingers graze against the other hand, so the person knew I was alive. Clearly this drain led to the outside world, and had thankfully been just large enough for the male to shove his note through. In a flash the hand was gone, and the frozen blades of grass became my only view again.

It was dark in the cell but not pitch black. The lights in the hallway outside my cell still shone. Slowly I unrolled the note and glanced down at it. I was relieved to see it was written in English, a rough masculine scrawl.

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