Chapter 27

It didn’t take long to settle into some semblance of a routine. I’d take a nap, someone would wake me up, and Will would watch Makatza try to push me into half-shift. For all her parentage, I don’t think she’s trying. It annoys me, because she only gets a short amount of time to recover before going to open a fight.

She doesn’t lose often. When she does, we don’t eat. She doesn’t talk. She just sits in her corner. I know how much it hurts her to ‘let us down,’ but I can’t find it in myself to be angry at her.

The one I’m angry at is Will. He kidnapped Makatza. He’s the one who took her under his wing, and when presented with a ‘better option,’ threw her into this hellhole. He’s the one responsible for her soon-to-be-permanent injuries. It’s hard to tell how long she has left, she heals faster than a normal person. Even by human standards.