Page 26 of His Curse
"My first question of many is…” Wes shifts around and tries to itch under his mask as he looks at me. “How the hell are you going to get that woman to agree to do anything you ask?"
"I'm not sure yet. They still haven't given my books back so I can't use that as leverage, but maybe I could promise her my meals or maybe my extra scrubs. She's always complaining about not having enough variety in her wardrobe, maybe she'll take mine and fashion them into something stupid."
"Ok, so, say she agrees. How do you know when to set this up? You have to have your collar off or else it won't work, and after last time do you really think they'll remove it?"
"Yes."
Wes arches a brow. "Why?"
"Because all of his experiments require it."Man, I'm getting more excited by the second."The tests he runs, they all take place two ways, like this”—I point to my face—“and as my wolf. He's never done it any differently and it's because he always compares his findings to see if there's variation between one form and the other. Never once has he strayed from that method, and with the increase in his testing I doubt he will now."
"What if he sedates you?" Hotah asks as his hands slide over Chumani's belly. "He's done that to others. To me."
I frown but nod. "I know, but again, he doesn't when he tests me. Kentworth won't put anything in my body that could possibly dilute or pollute my blood. He doesn’t want to alter whatever discovery he's trying to make, and since I don't respond to inhalants, intravenous is the only way to knock me out."
"And when do you intend for this to go down?" Bella asks from Wes's lap, her lips still basically plastered to the side of his face. "You can't possibly know when Kentworth will come for you again."
"I do though. His visits started picking up a few months ago and they were every three days. Just before I went into the box it was every two and I'm almost positive he was going to switch to every other just before that. He gives me anywhere from three to five days after a punishment to heal and today is day five. I'd put money on him coming for me tomorrow solely based on how long it's been but also because the day I escaped was before an off day which means he would have come to me the following one. I'm almost positive he'll send the orderlies for me tomorrow, and if he does then I want to be ready."
"Doesn't Dick usually come get you though?" Chumani blinks wide eyes and holds Hotah a little tighter.
"Yeah, but if Dick is busy then he sends Jorge or Greg. And for everyone's sake, Dick needs to be very busy."
"So what's the plan then? What do you need from us?" Wes turns to face me completely. "How can we help?"
I appreciate that, more than he knows, but I can't have them putting themselves at risk. The four of them have too much to lose if they do.
So I shake my head. "By playing stupid. If they question you about this, ask if you knew anything, just do what you always do and deny any knowledge or involvement. If they push too hard then I want you to tell them I might have mentioned something about a plan but didn't elaborate. I don't want you four getting punished over me."
"Luna,” Hotah grunts. "I do not like this."
"I know and I appreciate that but you have too much to lose by trying to help. There’s too much at risk if you do. Just continue as usual, maybe even talk about how I was acting weird or something so it really does seem like you had no clue but noticed something was up."
Bella rolls her eyes. "So we lie about a lie."
"Yes.” I grin. "I can handle this, I swear, and I don't need you doing anything that will jeopardize yourselves or get you punished. You keep up appearances and I'll have you out before you know it."
"Where are you going? How are you going to get help?"
"Just leave that to me. The less you know, the better.” I get to my feet, my plan solid and my resolve firm. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go have a chat with a mountain lion about her loose vagina."
My friends all grimace but I just giggle.
Maybe I'll fail, maybe I'll die, but one thing is for sure: this time tomorrow I will be well on my way to attempting an escape to Ashland, Oregon and when I get there, my mate better be ready for the hell I'm bringing to his front door.
Chapter5
Mother Earth and Father Bullshit
COLT
"This is stupid."
I crack one eyelid with a smirk. “It works best if you're silent."
Ronny grunts, shifts around on his stump, readjusting his junk before he squeezes his eyes shut.
So I close my eye, take a deep breath, and try to center myself, only to grunt my own frustration when my nephew speaks again.
