Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

“Ed rather you not the to my face,” he retorted, to which she couldn’t help but laugh once more.

“I figured. Now. All of you can go away. I’ve only got a few hours left alive and would rather spend it in better company.”

There were no good byes as the wolves Jeft. Beatrice watched them until they were out of sight. Now that she was alone, she allowed her shoulders to droop and her smile to fade. Putting on a brave face, acting like she wasn’t bothered by or worried about how her life would soon end was exhausting. If they’d stayed much longer her mask might have begun to crack

Returning to her original seat at the back of her cell, Beatrice closed her eyes. She was glad Ringhaire was alive. Even though she hadn’t learned much of anything during the meeting with Donovan, that one piece of information was enough to make it worth while.

She did wonder who the others were the ones Donovan had briefly mentioned would be helping Riaghaire enact his vengeance. Beatrice had wanted to ask but didn’t get the chance. If she had to guess? Claire would be one of them, and maybe Harry? The sasquatch was the friendrest of the Others at the bar, so him wanting to tag along to help wouldn’t be a stretch. He was also physically imposing and had an insane amount of strength a good addition to any ‘break Beatrice out of jail’ team.

No-one else on the staff had been particularly warm towards her, other than Gregory, but he’d already made his stance perfectly clear; wampus cats were no match for wolves. He definitely wouldn’t be coming to her rescue. Not that she wanted to think of it as being rescued – she was no damsel in distress,

goddammit. She was just someone in an unfortunate situation who could use a little bit of help. That’s all.

Other than the wolf who delivered dinner sandwiches Beatrice received no more visitors. Maybe she shouldn’t have told Tweedle-no, she was going to

try calling him by his actual name. How could she not, when he might get kicked out of his pack for both visiting on his own and bringing Donovan down to

chat.

Maybe she shouldn’t have told Benedict it still felt so weird to use his real name, ugh that he didn’t need to report back with the Council’s reaction. Not that he was good company but being left alone to wallow in her thoughts was not going as good as she’d hoped. The more time that passed, the more nervous she became; the more she second guessed everything.

By the time Beta Benedict returned to take Beatrice to her execution, she’d been pacing for at least an hour.

“You ready?,” he asked, looking grim.

“Do I have a choice?,” she countered, raising her brow.

The wolf said nothing as he opened the cell and motioned for her to step out. “For what it’s worth…”

“Don’t,” she warned him. “I really don’t want pity or to hear whatever you’re about to say right now.”

To his credit, Benedict kept whatever he was about to say to himself. It was for the best. Beatrice was sure she might start freaking out if anyone tried to

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