Page 1 of Okay, I Regret a Little
Chapter 1
Dakarys
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ajack and I had been here long enough to know what was going on. Someone had died. And based on how they kept tossing our cells, it wasn’t from natural causes. Usually, when this happened, Rajack and I just waited it out, happy in the knowledge that it wasn’t us. We’d never worried about the witches before. They were at peace with the eagles, and no one else had a reason to come at them. I never thought one witch would cause them to implode.
They locked Rajack and me in our cell, and we were going crazy. We were sitting on the icy floor. There was no point in putting our beds back together. They wouldn’t stop searching until they found a weapon. They’d searched our cellblock twice now, and we knew they’d be back.
Every self-respecting inmate here had a weapon of some sort. You just had to with those cuffs on your wrists that took away your gifts. You tended to die in here without one. Especially with fucking Faust skulking around.
Except it wasn’t Faust this time, and we were driving ourselves insane trying to figure out who got shanked in Silverhold this time.
“It couldn’t have been Rei. Not with Faust up her ass. She would have been in his office, and he walks her back to the dining hall. I don’t trust that asshole, but Rei seems to. He wouldn’t kill her in his office. Not when he hasn’t given a shred of evidence of being capable before,” Rajack said.
“I’m worried about Astrid, but the chances of the witches getting at her with Wren as her second are super slim,” I said.
“Unless Wren got fed up with her and popped her. It was one of the witches. I had to pass by the laundry room on the way back to my cell. There was fucking blood everywhere. The witch didn’t go down easily,” a voice said.
Rajack and I were the only ones of our kind here, and they didn’t really know what to do with us. They stuck us with the rat shifters. It wasn’t a massive cell block like the others, and all the other inmates here were fucking weird. They gossiped about everything like that couldn’t get you killed, and their cells were a hot mess. They couldn’t just sleep on the shitty mattresses and the scratchy blankets. They had to build themselves nests.
I knew exactly what Ben was doing by laundry. He was hoping to steal someone’s clothes for his nest. Most people in Silverhold avoided the rats and didn’t come to this cell block, but if they knew the inmates here were sleeping in their stolen socks and underwear, there would be a massive beat down. Rajack and I had been forced to have a come to Jesus talk with them about stealing our own shit.
Still, we could use this for now.
“Ben, which witch was is?”
It wasn’t Venus because she was still in medical. If Astrid had Wren after traitors, we wouldn’t be on lockdown. Wren would never leave a body where they worked. We were in deep shit. One of the witches was making a move. It was either Astrid or Wren. If anyone had come after Wren, there would have been a lot of dead bodies because she wouldn’t have gone down without a fight. Wren wouldn’t have let anyone hurt Astrid either. I was so confused.
“It was their leader. Astrid. She must have pissed off her witches.”
Fuuuuck. We needed Astrid. She was vital to us getting out of here, and she was our friend.
“Where was Wren? Is she okay?”
I liked Wren. She was grumpy as Hell, and she wouldn’t have hesitated to murder Rajack or me if it protected the people she cared for. It was all kinds of fucked up, but that kind of psychotic loyalty was hard to find. She was mean to everyone, but she liked Rajack and me in her own weird way.
“This was planned,” Ben hissed. “I saw Wren too. She wasn’t there when it happened. She was trying to get to the laundry room. Brody had to use his baton on her until she was out because she wouldn’t go back to her cell.”
I growled, and so did Rajack.
Brody didn’t have to do shit with his baton. Heenjoyedusing it on us. Wren was clearly distraught. He should have calmed her down instead of beating her and shocking her.
I knew one thing for sure. Wren had been playing both sides for Astrid. They hadn’t tried to kill her along with Astrid, but they also didn’t totally trust her yet, or they wouldn’t have got rid of her when they did the deed.
We listened to Astrid when she said to butt out and let her handle this. We shouldn’t have. Wren was a friend. Our protective circle had extended. It didn’t just encompass Rei anymore. It included Wren, whether or not she wanted it.
