After I’ve set her plate on the table, Fiona rushes in and takes a seat, grabbing her fork. “Maybe I can convince Cole to let you meet the baby?”
“You’d have to also convince Dane and Georgia,” I remind her.
“You know, I think they like having you on their side.” She winks.
“Do you know how Selina and Blake are holding up?”
“The baby is stable, thanks to Christine. Even though he’s a few months old, he’s still under observation. They were doing round-the-clock skin-on-skin contact, but I hear he’s excited to wiggle around on his tummy. When Selina isn’t with the baby, Blake is.”
“I never thought I’d say this, but thank God for Christine. She may be a bitch, but knowing you’re in good hands is a huge relief.”
She scarfs down her eggs, and I move one from my plate onto hers.
She pushes it away. “No—”
“Eat the egg. I have nothing else to do but cook up food while you’re gone, anyway.”
She pulls the plate back guiltily and devours it, and a content feeling wells inside of me.
Who would have thought a monster like me could one day be content?
When Clint’s knock comes, she kisses me goodbye, but as she’s leaving, Cole appears.
“I’m going to need you to come with me.”
“I, sir, am confined to my—”
“Cut the bullshit and hurry up.”
Knowing that it’s probably best that I don’t piss my jailor off, I pull on my shoes and follow him from my apartment, down long halls, to a section of the Keep we have closed off.
Cole places his hand on a scanner, and a large door slides open.
“Convicts first,” he says, gesturing for me to enter.
“So, you’re a comedian now?” I say, crossing the threshold into a dark room.
Cole flicks on the lights, and the small room illuminates.
“Oh, shit…” I say, unable to believe what I’m seeing in front of me.
“As you can see, we’ve been busy.”
I take a few steps forward and look down at the bloodied mass lying on the floor. “Who did this?”
“Gage thought he could torture, but he ended up killing them too quickly. Now it’s your turn.”
“You think I’ll keep him alive?”
Cole shrugs. “Can you?”
“I killed for…other reasons.”
“I know full well you don’t kill quickly. If you can make him talk, you’d be mighty useful.”
The person groans, moving ever so slightly.
“Who is he?”
