CHAPTER SEVEN
I wake up shivering.
The cell is bare. Cold. My body aches after my second night sleeping on the hard cave floor.
I am still covered in Romulus' blood. I can't believe I really killed him.
I can't believe I killed the guard, too.
I am a murderer.
Just then, I hear a noise. It sounds like tapping. I realize it is coming from the cell next to me.
It is the girl I met yesterday. Romulus' discarded mate. The one who gave me the knife. Who told me the plan.
"What?" I call.
"Did you do it?" she calls back. "Did you kill Romulus?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you set me free?"
"The guards caught me. And now I am going on trial."
She does not reply.
I want to yell at her, to tell her it's all her fault. But she did not force my hand. She did not make me plunge the blade into Romulus.
The sound of footsteps approach. My cell door is opened.
The guard stands there. "Come with me," he says. "It is time for your trial."
I gulp and stand.
I follow him out the room.