I limped half a dozen steps toward the shuttlecraft before my bones cracked and snapped into place, the muscles reforming. I grunted at the pain and became too heavy for Harper to carry.
I eased her back and moved under my own strength as we crossed the final few yards to the shuttlecraft. I was almost my old self by the time I reached the shuttlecraft’s open hatch door.
I braced myself with a hand to its sturdy outer shell and peered back at the supervisor’s windows and the only trio of family members I had ever known.
Tus waved a hand and watched as we climbed aboard.
We might have had our differences but I wished them all the best in the future. They deserved it after everything we’d been through.
I slapped a hand on the controls and the hatch door drew shut.
Harper checked on the baby that sat nestled in a drawer she’d removed from the wall and placed a folded-up blanket beneath him as a cushion.
His skin was shiny with health and his fat flabby limbs flailed weakly with exhaustion.
I knew how he felt.
Harper sat in the co-pilot seat.
“You said you knew somewhere we could go?” she said.
I fell into the seat beside her. I gave Computer the coordinates to the one planet I had ever fallen in love with and the ship prepared for takeoff.
“Things are going to get a lot better now,” I said.
“They’d better,” Harper said with a small smile. “Or you’ll be in trouble.”
The ship took off and raced up into the sky, the igniting embers of a new morning giving way to the darkness of space and the infinite flickering lights of the universe spread before us.
I reached over and took Harper by the hand.
My rescuer, my love, my savior.
My fated mate.
I hope you enjoyed SAVAGE IN THE CELL. If you did, you’ll love the third book in the series!
In Book Three, we follow Agatha. She’s face-to-face with the alpha inmate known as “the Devil.” He’s pushed every Prize beyond her sexual limit… and today he chose her.
When the riot kicks off and the prison is hurled into chaos, no one knows what they’re doing. No one but the Devil. He has a plan to escape and takes Agatha with him.
With the prison guards hot on their tail and closing fast, will the Devil trade her for a shuttlecraft and freedom? Or will he accept the burning passion growing between them and their destiny as fated mates?
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Devil in the Hold Sneak Peek
Agatha
He was a fascinating, terrifying sight, like seeing the remains of a horrific car crash on your way home from the supermarket. You knew you shouldn’t look but you couldn’t help it.
His head was angular and square, his chin thick and muscular, his huge lat muscles so broad he might as well have had no neck.
He towered over Lily who greeted and ushered him toward her “wares.” That was us, the Prizes the fighters could choose from.
I thought Lily might share a little more camaraderie with me considering we were from the same species but was met with disappointment.
I had quickly learned we were not alone in the universe. There were as many intelligent species spread throughout the galaxy as there were creatures on Earth.
As a trained scholar, I had a fascination with history. When the other girls told me about their species, I found a treasure trove of new fables.
It was the stories I loved, the way they grabbed an audience and held them suspended during their telling and invoked emotions that enthralled. The girls told me all about their species. They were very open and excited to share their cultures. But the discussions always ended the same way—with them turning sad and no longer wishing to speak with me.
Reminiscing about the past could have that effect, I supposed. The stories kept me entertained while the beasts took me to their cells and used my body for their vulgar purposes.
Sometimes I enjoyed it. Most of the time, I didn’t.
I floated away into the worlds of other cultures, finding solace in knowing how small I was and how there were billions, possibly trillions, of lives out there, keenly unaware of my existence. It made me aware of just how little I really was in the grand scheme of things.
The monster that leered at each of the Prizes now was a species I was unaccustomed to. He was huge and his body was brandished with scars from countless battles. Gold rings hung from his nose and the fringes of his ears. Where the other girls shied away from him, I peered at those ornaments and wondered what they meant.
My curiosity had gotten me in more trouble than I cared to admit. The prisoners took my interest
