Page 13 of I Regret Nothing
The two witches started dragging her out of the shower.
“It doesn’t matter. Everything goes through Astrid.”
“Then take me to Astrid right this minute!”
I just laughed and grabbed my towel to dry off. Astrid may decide to risk her access to Dakarys and Rajack’s black market and let her come for me, but I doubted it. Venus was going to piss off every witch in here because she wouldn’t drop this.
When I went to leave the shower, I realized Faust had been there watching the entire thing go down, and he hadn’t stepped in to try to stop the fight that would have happened if those witches hadn’t stepped in. I breezed past him.
“Enjoy the show, perv?”
Faust just smirked at me.
“That witch was right about your tits, inmate. Nice,” he said, letting out a wolf whistle.
“I hate you.”
“Watch your fucking mouth, inmate. I have a vested interest in keeping you alive until I figure out what you are. You’re going to need all the help you can get in here if you piss off the witches. I don’t want you dead. Yet.”
“That’s comforting.”
“Get to the mess hall, inmate. I’m backed up on paperwork, and I haven’t gotten to your commissary yet. It’s the only way you’re eating until I get around to it.”
I stalked off to my locker and started getting dressed. I had a feeling Faust was going to use my commissary as part of this hunt of his, and it could take ages for me to get my funds. Several people in the showers had flip flops. I desperately wanted a pair because the showers were nasty. Venus had witches here she could borrow things from. It looks like she’d wrapped her feet in maxi pads when she tried to assault me in the shower.
If I started growing some sort of fungus on my feet from those showers because Faust was dicking around with my commissary, I was going to be upset.
Chapter 12
Faust
I
’d done a little digging on my not fox shifter. I knew who the witch was who came in the shower to beat her face in. I would have stepped in if it went too far, but I was hoping she’d do something to give me a little hint. Her cuffs were keyed to neutralize a shifter, and she wasn’t even remotely close. Whatever she was, she’d still have her magic. I was hoping she’d use a little to hurt the witch.
Whoever taught her to fight trained her well. It justhadto be a wolf, which raised a lot of questions for me. I knew what she smelled like to other wolves. She smelled fucking delicious, and she didn’t have a mark on her like a wolf had claimed her. My big question was, fucking why? She had me all levels of curious.
If I had to kill that witch who was arrested with her, I had no problem with that. No one was paying me to, but I looked into her too so I could figure out why the scene went down, so they were both caught. I totally understood being a criminal with an honor code. That didn’t apply to a lot of the prisoners here.
The witch, inmate 775, would have sold anyone out if it bettered her situation. The not fox mentioned someone named Hauser when she punched inmate 775. I’d lay odds that was the wolf who trained her.
Uncultured people thought wolf hunts involved creeping around and sniffing things, but that was totally wrong. It was so much more nuanced than that. There was research involved. I would be digging deep into inmate 898 and relying on every skill I had to find out what she was.
I already decided I wasn’t going to kill her. I wouldn’t take the job if someone wanted her dead in here either. She was nothing if entertaining. It wasn’t just the hunt that made her fun. The other inmates knew better than to mouth off to me. If they saw me coming, they went the other way.
Not this inmate. She told me she hated me right to my face, and she called me a pervert after I complimented her tits. I never said anything nice unless it was deserved, and she did have a nice pair. They were barely a handful and perky. Even the witch saw that.
I was so behind on my paperwork, but the new inmate was consuming all my thoughts. I could see those violet eyes when I was sleeping. I was having fun with this, even if she hated me.
This was a hunt that didn’t involve me killing anyone. Sometimes, killing criminals just got old. And I looked into her. They offered her a plea deal just like the witch. She didn’t rat anyone out. If another wolf taught her, then maybe she was a criminal with honor, just like me.
Maybe that explained this pull I felt to her. Because I was trying desperately hard to avoid it.
Chapter 13
Dakarys
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