Page 15 of Venomous Lies
Maybe it’s because of the glass between us?
I could shatter it and break her out like the others tried to do. But the last person who’d tried that… With that reminder, I ignored the thought.
She had run into this cage all on her own.
She’dchosenthis cage…
This witch was crazier than I was, which was saying something. The white coats called me crazy all the time,along with a lot of other words I didn’t know the meanings of.
My ears twitched, moving back and forth to catch any sounds that might help me figure out what she was doing.
The witch began to make a noise I’d never heard before. Sharp bites crawled along my skin as power like I’d never felt before twined along my arms, seemingly holding me in place.
Her body swayed as the cadence of her voice rose and fell. Her lips curled up, and throughout the dark of her hair, just the hint of green began to show.
Whatever this witch was, she wasstrong.
The chill of the evening turned into night as I stood there, observing her from a distance.
I wanted to approach her, but I knew what would happen if I did.
The last time I was almost caught I had been locked up until my hunger was almost uncontrollable… Like this time.
I’d been so hungry that I’d almost forgotten to get what they had requested.
Blood.
It was always blood with them.
They didn’t care about the rest… which worked for me. We all got something out of it, even if they didn’t realize it yet.
A sharp pain tore through my body, making me grunt and curl into myself.
They were calling me back.
How long had I stood here watching her?
Another sharp tug was the only warning I had before they shocked me again, bringing me down to the ground.
My own cage was calling me, my forest and moonpromising relief from the pain of living, at least for a little while.
With one last glance up at the glass, I memorized the witch whose back was now turned to me. I’d never dreamed, but maybe I’d be able to recall her voice in the stillness of my solitude.
If they let me remember.
Chapter 5
Ambrose
MONDAY
Pulled barbeque, that was what the remains of the body reminded me of.
My stomach rumbled as I stood there, looking at what was left, and remembered I hadn’t eaten anything today. A dark chuckle escaped as I pulled a hand-rolled cigarette from my pocket and placed it on my lips. Inhaling deeply, I let my magick light the smoke and savored the burning tobacco leaves in my lungs.
That would help tide me over until after we dealt with this most recent victim.
The other professors had taken one look at the bloody chunks tossed about in the woods and suddenly found something they urgently had to do. Teaching here, you’d think they would have stronger stomachs but apparently not.
