"I'd thought the same."
"There are too many connected Loreans here for it to be coincidence. They use mates and loved ones as leverage to force us to do their bidding. Even to capture our own. That's part of the reason they've been able to fill up so "uickly around here."
"What do you think they're doing with Malkom?" Carrow asked.
"They won't kill him. No matter how much Chase will want to."
"What did Fegley mean by Chase and the cookie jar?"
"He tortures Regin repeatedly," Lanthe said. "There's some kind of sick interest going on there. And he's losing favor - inmate whispers say that Chase argues constantly with his superior, some nameless, faceless man who wants to study us. Whereas Chase only wants to exterminate us."
Carrow pinched her forehead, beset with worry for Malkom.
Lanthe patted her shoulder. "Look, what's done is done. You need to focus on keeping Ruby safe and healthy. And, of course, on escaping so you can slay Fegley."
Carrow vowed, "It's going to be bloody - "
Malkom's sudden roar echoed down the ward; she gave a cry. "He's being held here, in this very corridor!"
Malkom had awakened to the thundering of his own heart, finding himself in some bizarre cell, his body riddled with injuries. When he'd comprehended that he was not in his world, not with his woman, a roar of anguish had been wrenched from his chest.
Betrayed yet again. Not by her, not my female, too. But now he gazed down and saw that a collar like hers ringed his neck. A slave collar. He gripped it in two fists, yanking with all his strength. Nothing. It budged not one inch.
She'd turned him into a slave once more....
"I will kill you, witch!" he bellowed. Could she hear him? Was she near? He sensed that she was, just as he had that first night in Oblivion when she'd concealed herself from him.
It didn't matter where she was; he would pursue her to the ends of this world and any others.
He rose unsteadily on his injured legs, barely able to limp to the wall of glass that kept him jailed. Other creatures from a number of factions were imprisoned behind similar transparent walls, eyeing him warily.
When he pounded the glass with his fists, a male murmured from a distance, "One more hit against that wall, vemon, and you'll be breathing poisoned air." He sounded amused, his accent reminding Malkom of the vampires'. "The mortals diffuse it from the ceiling."
The mortals - the same order of soldiers that had come to his world repeatedly.
What did they want from him? Why had they sent Carrow to Oblivion to lure him out?
Their trap had worked so well. Malkom had wanted what she'd offered so damned badly. Everything between him and the witch over the last week - the best of his life - had been part of yet another betrayal.
At the portal opening, she'd behaved as if she regretted deceiving him, but nothing she said or did could be trusted. She'd also told him they'd be bound forever. And he'd stupidly believed her. When would he learn? If you believe, then you invite misery.
Malkom had been born just to be punished.
Just not by her. He roared to the ceiling again, his eyes going wet with loss. I would relive all those treacheries to take this one back.
On the heels of that gut-wrenching feeling of loss, fury set in, a wrath demanding to be appeased. He was born to be the punisher as well. Malkom had meted out retribution to anyone who'd betrayed him.
Carrow would fare no differently. He would determine a way to get free, then hunt her down.
Malkom had turned on Kallen, whom he'd loved as a brother. The witch would pay a thousand times over.
Those who betray me do it only once.
Chapter 28
Screams echoed off the cell walls - captives' shrieks of madness, frustration, and impotent rage.
I'll be joining them soon, Carrow thought darkly. Nearly another week trapped here. How much longer could they continue?
She'd never minded jail before. Because there'd always been an end in sight. Now her guilt over what she'd done to Malkom ate at her. She hadn't heard anything about him, or from him, in days.
And something was coming down the pipeline. Her senses were on red alert. She couldn't rest, couldn't eat the mortals' gruel. The hum from the lights above - so slight for humans - was beginning to sound like a swarm of killer bees to Carrow.
Any plan she devised to escape depended on leaving the cell. Yet not one of them had been allowed outside of it.
Only two things broke up the monotony: finding out gossip from the inmates and watching the traffic in the ward. Again and again, Carrow's friends and allies were led away, only to return different.
She and Lanthe tried to shield Ruby from the sight, shoving her behind the metal screen, but the girl refused to mind Carrow, always peering out.
That child was going to need so much therapy.
Now Carrow and Lanthe were sitting in their customary spot against the wall. It was night - they thought - and a storm was building outside, a dull drum on the roof. Ruby sang and played imaginary hopscotch, while the other two Sorceri lay on their bottom bunk, facing each other, whispering and laughing.
Carrow glared over at them together, not buying the whole lovers-for-centuries thing. Being in a relationship that long took a lot of commitment, and she just didn't see either of those Sorceri taking the plunge.
Plus, Carrow would be insanely jealous if it were true. Her eyes watered. I could've had something like that with Malkom. Hundreds of years of loving each other...
"Carrow?" Lanthe said.
"Huh? Got something in my eye. So what's on the inmate grapevine today?"
Yesterday they'd heard in whispers that Chase and his superior were still butting heads about the overcrowding here. Chase pushed to have all the immortals destroyed, not studied, not weaponized. But so far, he hadn't gotten his way.
And there was talk that the Sorceri species was the next rotation to be examined.
Lanthe answered, "Evidently the Order is now infecting beings to make ghouls, hundreds of them. If those creatures escape ..."
"If they escape? Try when! Two things that can never be contained? Velociraptors and zombies."
Lanthe tilted her head at her. "It's enough to put one on edge, I suppose."
Carrow knew she was on the verge of losing it, especially since Malkom had gone "uiet.
At first, he'd been roaring constantly, even bellowing in English, his vocabulary improving hourly. He'd banged on the walls until the entire building had seemed to shake. He'd been sedated repeatedly, only to wake up more enraged.
Until one morning, he'd grown silent. It'd been even worse for Carrow when his bellows had died down.