shrugged her shoulders.
“I know that’s not why you came over. I’ll ask you one more time: What do you want?”
“I just heard some news I’m sure you two will be interested in.”
She smiled smugly again. Isela tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. “Are you going to tell us what it is or continue to sit there being obnoxious?”
“The trustees working on the hunters’ farm? They’re going to be staying there more permanently, I hear. They’ve converted one of the buildings to a dormitory. The escorts will just guard them now, I suppose. So your boy-toy Jerric won’t be coming home to you every night.”
Mae whimpered. Isela sighed. That could’ve been her. She had the chance to be free of this place but Guarros had snatched it away...again. While she was happy for Jerric, she envied him too.
“Lucky him,” Isela said, not giving Keeri the satisfaction of seeing how much the news had upset her. Keeri was only happy when she could make others miserable. Isela refused to play her game. Mae, on the other hand, had no concept of a poker face. She nearly burst into tears right there at the table.
Keeri stood up in a slow, leisurely manner. As she walked away, she hollered over her shoulder, “Oh yeah, and we’re getting a couple of new inmates tomorrow. Hopefully they’re hot. I could use a pretty face in my bed, how about you, Isela?”
Laughing, she sashayed from the hall.
“What are we going to do? We didn’t even get to say goodbye,” Mae said ruefully.
“We’re going to be happy for him and wish him good luck. He’ll be back. Don’t let that bitch get to you.”
Isela and Mae took their trays to the drop-off area then headed toward their rooms. Guarros stood in the doorway talking to Keeri. Isela swallowed hard when she saw Keeri point at her and Guarros nodding. Turning her gaze to the front, she kept on walking. She supposed she’d find out what kind of trouble Keeri was stirring up soon enough. Isela cursed inwardly when she saw Guarros hurrying after her.
He ran around her, cutting her off, as soon as she and Mae turned down their hallway. She stopped. Mae stopped too. Guarros glanced down at Mae, scowling.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he growled.
She looked at Isela wide-eyed, unsure of what she should do.
Isela sighed. “It’s okay, Mae. Go on.”
Mae scurried off, glancing behind her before hurrying through her door.
Guarros stepped forward, backing Isela up against the wall.
He licked his lips as he traced a finger down Isela’s neck and over her shoulder. Turning away from him, she fought the urge to gag.
“What do you want?” She gritted her teeth.
He chuckled. “You know what I want, Isela, but that’s not why I’m here. It seems Keeri is under the impression that you’re jealous of my attention toward her. She said the two of you had words.”
Isela made a mental note to strangle Keeri.
“We barely spoke—”
“Isela, dear, you have no reason to be jealous. You know I don’t care about the other girls.”
Isela ducked out of his reach. “I assure you, Warden, jealousy is not a feeling I have where you’re concerned. Keeri is a liar and just wants to make trouble for me.”
His eyes narrowed, his features darkening. “You seem perfectly capable of that all by yourself with that mouth of yours. Maybe a taste of my belt might help you hold your tongue.”
Isela chewed her bottom lip, not daring to push him any further for fear he’d make good on his threat. The last time he’d left her with welts that lasted over a week.
“I’m sorry, sir. I just don’t appreciate people telling lies about me.”
He chuckled, softening. “I can see that. Don’t worry about Keeri. I’ll take care of her. But remember, Isela, I’m doing it for you.”
He cupped her cheek and then walked away. Isela found it hard to feel bad for Keeri. She deserved to be punished, but probably not the beating she was about to get. Maybe she’d learn to
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