Part Forty

Every morning I’d escort Sierra down to the dining hall for breakfast before joining Damon in his office to help lighten his workload. I’d meet up with her and Jett for lunch and again for dinner. We talked about anything but the bond and at times she seemed nervous to be alone with me.

I struggled to sleep at night and on the third night I snuck into her room while she was asleep and took one of her shirts. It was the only way I could sleep, with her scent close to me. Kane would snuggle up next to me so we could share her shirt. It was pretty pathetic, I know.

I hadn’t been down to the dungeon to see Samantha and I knew that at some point I’d have to do something about her. I was torn between torturing the shit out of her and just having her executed. Either way she had to die, pay for her sins, pay for the pain she caused this clowder.

I was in Damon’s office with him when I heard Sierra laugh and I walked to the window and looked out into the courtyard. She was with Jett and sudde