Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

In the darkness, I hear the knocking from the next cell over. It is the prisoner girl who gave me the knife. Romulus' old mate.

I don't want to talk to her.

But she keeps knocking.

"What?" I say, finally.

"It is you," she says.

"Who else would it be?"

"I thought they might have already killed you. What happened?"

"I'm getting executed. Tomorrow."

"Good," she says.

I lose my cool.

"Good?" I cry, jumping to my feet. "Why is that good? How is any of this good? You told me to kill the Alpha and now I'm going to die!"

The prisoner girl is silent for a moment. "I have a plan," she says.

I fall quiet. My heart is pounding. My nerves feel frayed.

"A plan?"

"To save us both. Come here to the wall."

I look around. That's when I notice it. A crack in the bricks separating our cells.

I go over.

I am sore all over. And I am still hungry. But I am hopeful. I think she has a plan.

I peer through the gap at her. "What's your plan?"