Siren by Sophia Elaine Hanson

Author:Sophia Elaine Hanson [Hanson, Sophia Elaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sophia Elaine Hanson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

35: Sentiment

Terra

“Put these on.”

The Off with the reddish hair tossed a coarse black prison uniform at her feet. Canvas slippers followed, landing on the hard floor with two successive slaps. Terra eyed the outfit distastefully, then looked up at her warden. “No thanks.”

“You won’t survive the cold in your current attire,” he replied, eyeing her filthy tank top and ripped pants.

“Your concern is touching,” Terra said dryly. “But I’ll pass.”

“Concern is corruption. This is a command.”

The Anthemite raised her brows, genuinely surprised. “Oh, a new one. You fascists really dig alliteration.”

The Off drew the stinger at his hip, snapping it to life with a twist of the handle. Violent electricity crackled at its tip, close enough to sear her skin. She lifted her hands in surrender. “Fine. Turn around.” The guard did not. Worth a shot, she thought dully.

Sighing, she tugged her reeking shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She felt the Off watching her as she took off her pants, then bent down to retrieve the uniform. She snuck a glance at his face. There was no desire there, not even a flicker of arousal.

The shirt and pants were a couple of sizes too large, but the shoes fit like a glove. When Terra had finished adjusting her sagging garments, the Off tossed a pair of heavy manacles at her. She caught them to her chest with a whoosh of breath. “Put those on.”

“I get it,” she muttered as she clamped the cold cuffs around her already bruised wrists.

The Off sheathed his stinger and took her by the arm. He yanked her from the cell, her handcuffs rattling as she stumbled. “Easy, I can walk on my own,” Terra complained.

He ignored her staunchly, dragging her along down the hallway.

“Do you have a name?”

“Thomas.”

“You took me to meet Maxwell.”

Thomas looked down at her with empty gray eyes. “I am aware of this.”

“Why have you been assigned to babysit me, Thomas?” Terra inquired as he tugged her around a sharp bend. They passed a pair of guards, one male, one female, clomping along like robots with their hands on their hulking machine guns. They did not even steal a glance at the prisoner. “Is this really what you want to be doing with your Saturday?”

“The Conductor has tasked me to guard you, in case you try to double-cross us, and it is Wednesday.”

“Huh,” Terra said vaguely. She scanned his body discreetly. He was fit, but not particularly muscular, and she was at least an inch taller than him. She had certainly fought more formidable opponents in the past. Hell, even Ronja had been able to give her a black eye despite her utter lack of technique. Still, between her cuffs and his dead nerves, taking him down would not be easy.

“Here,” Thomas intoned. Terra looked up. They had come to the end of the corridor, which was marked by a large iron door with a heavy deadbolt. The Off released her and slid it back with a grunt of effort.

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