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The guard laughed. “You think he cares if you die?”
“I think he’d be furious if I died, and he was not here to witness it in person.”
That shut up the fool. He called over for someone to bring a water bowl for the dog.
Bosse sat down on the ground, clenching his teeth against the pain and wave of dizziness. Once the bowl of water was shoved inside, the guard locked the door and left. Grimacing, Bosse leaned over to pull the bowl to him. He drank it all and dropped the bowl, then fell over on his side facing the cage door.
With nothing else to use, he slapped his hand over what he could cover of the gash. Blood oozed through his fingers, but Titan couldn’t heal this much before tomorrow. He struggled to stay awake.
Krol may have beaten them this time.
Chapter 7
Alifair walked quietlyin case the spell she had placed on the guards and Beast failed to work on one of them. That would be disastrous.
This spell had taken a greater effort than the one earlier because she needed more time tonight. This would be an awful time for a her magic to fail.
She’d hoped to get the regular early morning shift guards who were not as on the ball as Cyrano and his sidekick, but Eriko, Krol’s right-hand man, had ordered those two to stay on duty until three in the morning.
Maybe their exhaustion would work in her favor.
Cyrano snored so loudly through that big honking nose that she worried he’d wake the entire castle.
She continued forward, paused next to the cage holding Beast, then counted to ten. That thing’s distorted rhino form had bedded down with its legs folded and head on the ground. A natural rhino would be scary enough, but this one seemed to stay in a perpetual half-human and half-beast state.
Breathing a tiny sigh of relief because her magic had a life of its own and occasionally malfunctioned, she hurried to the cage where Bosse’s wolf lay on its side facing the cage door.
Her pulse had ticked up with feeling reckless the first time she’d entered his cage. The wolf shifter hadn’t jumped up and attacked her, which gave her a bit of confidence for this trip. She had no reason to believe for sure she’d be safe again this time but hoped after feeding him extra food and sewing his wound, he’d allow her to talk. He’d permitted her presence in his cage on her first visit, even if he’d sounded like a jerk.
Maybe he had just been tired and in pain.
She could be making a huge mistake tonight, but she had no time left to come back again.
Staring through the bars, she ran into a new problem. The man was not in there. She faced the wolf.
Would his animal attack a defenseless human woman who had fed him?
