CHAPTER 19

Rodell stood up and limped away. His smell lingered behind. “I can’t eat now,” Bohdan said. “I think I’m going to throw up.” “I can take him out for you if you want,” Rancid said.

“I’m sure you can, but don’t do it for me. I can take care of myself.”

Before Rancid could answer, Bohdan felt a blade pull against his neck tight and a hand pull his forehead back pinning him against a warm body behind him. Rancid didn’t see it coming and was as shocked as Bohdan.

“Don’t move,” a voice called out from behind Bohdan. “Try to get away and I’ll take your head off.”

Rancid stood up and looked at the person holding a knife to Bohdan’s neck. It was a woman, holding a knife made from what looked like a sharpened angle iron. Something made in her cell, stolen from the workshop.

Bohdan didn’t move or say a word, he kept an eye on Rancid to see where he was looking.

“What are you doing bitch?” Rancid asked. “If you’re going to take his head off, do it!”

The woman hesitated, then pulled the knife acro