Page 21 of Bosse
Bastard had him fighting twice in one day, which sucked, but his cookie fairy had told the truth. Technically, this was a new day. It had only been an hour or two since she visited him.
Was this a new curve from Krol? Why?
He’d done his one disgusting service for the day. Or what seemed a day to him since he never saw the sun rise or set.
If this were to be Krol’s new plan, Bosse and Titan wouldn’t last much longer.
He hadn’t slept much in a long time, but he fell into a deep slumber after eating the deer hindquarter. Titan was stronger even if they’d had little rest.
He still could not understand why that servant had taunted a guard into striking her.
Those meaty hands might have killed her.
Bosse really had to do something about that big-nosed guard. Not tonight, but soon.
What was taking so long? The steel door on the opposite side of the arena had not opened yet, but Krol also had yet to appear above the battlefield.
Maybe the alpha wants to play, Titan said in his mind.We fight every day to survive. His cat is lazy. We could leap up to his throne and kill the human or the lion.
We could, Bosse agreed. He wiped his face with his hand. No way to clean his hand since he was naked, as always. He reminded Titan,But the two guards protecting Krol have thirty rounds of titanium bullets in those rifles. They’d cut us to pieces before the titanium had a chance to kill us.
I am always thinking of ways to escape.
Bosse smothered a chuckle at the running joke he and his wolf had on how to escape a castle in the remote wilds of Slovakia. Impossible wish. He and Titan agreed when they were captured that they would fight to their last breath.
Some days, he forgot what it had been like to wake up, get dressed, and eat a civil meal like any other man, human or otherwise. Having food and cookies given to him brought back those memories and made him long for a life again.
He’d done nothing wrong to end up here. In fact, he’d shown respect to the female in his pack who’d thrown it back in his face and said nothing as he was condemned to this life.
He and his wolf had accepted there would be no escaping this castle.
They’d considered every possibility.
What about that female servant? She’d spoken as if they needed each other to escape. She was dreaming if she thought either of them would survive an attempt. Bosse had begun to watch for her and caught glimpses of her dark hair peeking out from behind a curtain at Krol’s back.
But he’d sensed her when she came in late at night and left him food. At first, he’d wondered if she was trying to poison him. Titan dismissed that concern when he smelled nothing odd about the food and ate the raw meat. His wolf always left her cookies for Bosse.
How had Krol not realized she was present when she hid near his throne? Had his lion lost its ability to scent a human?
When he finally got a clear view of her, he’d been surprised by the two different eyes.
A few days ago, he’d dreamed of a mystical black-haired female with one brown and one blue eye. Then she appeared in his cage. She’d riled a guard to get thrown into his cage.
The red imprint on her face still boiled Bosse’s blood.
A man who hit a woman possessed no backbone. Coward was too nice a name for the guard.
He kept trying to make sense of her actions. What servant, especially a woman, put herself in danger like that for an imprisoned shifter?
Meat was good for healing, Titan noted.
Bosse grunted his agreement. He’d figured she was the one who had slipped extra food into his cage late at night. He’d never heard her or even caught her scent at those moments before she was gone.
That wasn’t entirely correct. Bossehadnoticed the lingering trace of cardamom and cinnamon twice after food had been slipped into his cage over the past two weeks. He’d wondered if the sweet smell had clung to his cookie fairy from baking the sweets.
She’d left the treats for him twice—three times, counting the ones from an hour earlier.
He ate them immediately. He should have thanked her for the cookies and extra meat earlier, but she’d pissed him off by risking death to talk to him.
