Sabotaged (The Sundance Series Book 3) by C.P. Rider

Author:C.P. Rider [Rider, C.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: VC Group, LLC
Published: 2020-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

"Guess I know how he's holding you. How long have the children been here?"

I said this to Fiera after she'd tucked the two girls in together. Milton had gone to bed earlier to read, and he snored softly, his book on his chest. There were three beds in the room, but the fire witch said Estie and Leah liked to sleep in the same one, holding onto each other.

"They arrived about six months ago, with their parents."

I recalled the hybrid shifters Fiera had avoided looking at when we walked through the cells. "The tiger couple."

"Yes. I give them updates. Let's clean up."

Fiera stacked plates and gathered up napkins, dumping them into a trash container outside the doorway of the room. The leftover pizza was in a cardboard box on the children's table. She'd made me take a slice at dinner since I hadn't eaten since Wednesday and it was now Friday night. My head was clearer after the food, but I still had no hunger pangs. I didn't feel any discomfort at all.

"Six months?" I mulled over the timeframe. "If the kids have only been here that long and you've been here three years, how did Harris hold you before?"

"There have been other people here I cared about. No children, though. That was a new one." She motioned me to follow her into the hall. "I used to resist, you know. Harris would ask me to burn something—the house of a senator who was proposing a bill that would cut sanctuary funding, the cars, trucks, homes of shifters brought here so people would think they were dead, things of that nature—and I would refuse.

"When the kids arrived and the threats began, I stopped refusing. So, while I'm sorry about what I did to your bakery, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I won't allow my inaction to cause these children pain."

Knowing what I knew now, I felt guilty shooting at her. "You didn't break the windows in my kitchen."

"I broke enough."

Not an answer, but I knew what she meant. She'd done enough damage to satisfy Harris and no more. "You didn't touch the ofrenda, either."

"The altar honoring your dead?"

I nodded.

"Offending the dead is a huge no-no in the witching world. I intend to rest in my afterlife, not be eternally tormented." She peered into the room to check on the children, looking relieved when they were all still asleep.

"Why does Harris do this? What's his deal with paranormals?"

She plucked at the hem of her shorts. "I'm not entirely sure. But the man has the biggest case of cognitive dissonance that I have ever seen."

"Why do you say that?"

Fiera ticked off the reasons on her slender fingers as she strode up and down the short corridor. "Garrett Harris subscribes to the Judeo-Christian belief that murder is wrong. Harris also believes humans should be treated equally. He believes killing in wartime is justified, and this creates some dissonance with his ideals, but he's able to function at that level. He believes

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