Chapter 112


    epting My Twin Mates Chapter 112


    Chapter 109 – Soon?


    Evgeniya


    Badru’s fingers yed with the round swell of my stomach, whispering little words in Arabic to my


    bump forming. My head rested on Astennu’sp as he stroked my hair, letting the strands fall through


    his grip. We were on the deck of a wisteria-covered patio, looking over ake with a warm breeze


    surrounding us and a soft floor of pillows beneath.


    “Soon…” Astennu whispered.


    Soon?…


    …But before I could question it, a nging metallic scrape jolted me upright with a start. My hand flew


    to my lower stomach, the ghost of my mates’ hands lingering across my skin.


    Dammit, it was all a dream.


    Across the corridor from me, Bastiaan had staggered awake too, rubbing his forehead where he had


    smacked it on his cell wall in his haste. It took a few seconds for the sleepy fog in my eyes to clear and


    realise what the sounds were.


    The fighters, they were back.


    I scrambled up to see if my father was back, safe and sound, my heart swelling and falling as the few


    fighters that returned weren’t the one I wanted to see most. Diego’s figure was missing as well.


    “Where the hell is my father!” I shouted, pounding my fists on the ss, knowing I would receive no


    reply. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”


    “He’s most likely been taken to the clinic, Diego too,” Bastiaan yawned, wiping at the stubble on his


    bruised jaw.


    “But what if he’s not…” I muttered under my breath.


    I knew he was alive, my bond with him said as much.


    ‘That’s not all the bond is saying,’ Evva shook off her sleep, adrenalin and alertness bleeding into her


    pose.


    I started to feel what she was alluding to. My chest constricted and expanded rapidly in irregr


    palpitations and my mate bond was beginning to tingle the hairs at the back of my neck, like an


    electrical charge hissing in the air around my ears. I felt like this once before, two and half months ago,


    when I walked into Astennu’s room with a basket ofundry.


    My mates… were near? Or was this an after-effect of my dream?


    ‘It isn’t. They’re nearer than they’ve ever been,’ my wolf was so rigid in my mind, she could have been


    picked up like a solid block by her tail.


    All day long, I had thought of my possible escape n, my one and only shot to break myself, and


    others, out and now I didn’t know what to do. My escape n involved my father being here. I didn’t


    need him for it, but I wasn’t about to leave him behind. I had to strike while the guards’ fear was still


    fresh. If I faked any sort of injury or illness, they’de running or risk facing Marceau’s wrath. How


    could I make a move when I didn’t know where my father was? The idea of waiting like a good little


    damsel for my mates to rescue me made me want to vomit, and not from my pregnancy, but was there


    even a choice anymore?


    ‘Who the f**k knows how near they are!’ Evva yelled, bellowing a pounding echo into my forehead. ‘We


    get out now and when we do, we release everyone at once. They’ll overwhelm the guards and we can


    find dad.’


    ‘Jeeze, ok. Take the volume down a few levels though.’


    My stomach lurched, caught in a whirlwind like my vision. I rushed to the toilet and emptied out the


    meagre contents.


    Morning sickness, first. Escape from a high-tech prison run by a psychopath, second.


    “Lieverd (poppet),” Bastiaan called out to me, his brows pinched together.


    I waved my hand in his direction as I rinsed my mouth out, sshing the running water on my face to


    chill my heated face and neck. Bracing my palms on the edge of the small sink, I heaved myself up


    from my knees, leaning over the basin in case a round two decided to make an appearance.


    I looked up into the small mirror meeting my reflection. Between Bastiaan’s show of concern and my


    throwing up, both would have been caught on camera, which, as far as I knew, recorded no audio.


    ‘y act that ass off, muffin.’


    ‘Thanks, Evva, for the rousing moral speech.’


    ‘Less lip, more folding over with stomach pains. It’s the oldest and cheesiest trick in the book, but I like


    cheesy.’


    Clutching my stomach and feigning an issue, I faked a wobble in my step, finding the ss to ‘keep me


    up right’.


    “Bastiaan, no matter what happens, don’t react,” I connected my gaze with his confused molten honey


    irises.


    Before he could say another word, I shouted out, putting as much of a pitiful wail into my voice as


    possible.


    “Guard! Something doesn’t feel right.”


    I gripped my lower abdomen, faking a wash of pain for the cameras.


    ‘Ease up a little,’ Evva advised. ‘We want one guard to drop in, not the wholepound.’


    “Evie-” Bastiaan winced, over-stretching his bruised side.


    The right side of his ribs showed a heavy green and yellowing colour, threaded with blue from hisst


    match yesterday. The swelling under his left eye had retreated and the contusion had lost its harsh


    appearance from when I had first seen it. I hoped he wasn’t too injured for what could possibly ur.


    I heard a swift set of boots, thudding on the hard floor. One set, but approaching at speed. As quickly


    as would look natural, I slipped down onto my mattress, right where I would be out of sight.


    The door to my cell swept open and a single guard hurried around the corner, entering all on his own.


    “I can’t get up,” I gave my best innocent face, needing the wolf as near to me as possible to keep him


    out of the camera’s range.


    I had to be quick, efficient and, most importantly, sessful. There would be no second attempt for me.


    It was this or nothing.


    As he knelt down directly in front of me, to grab me and haul me to my feet, I struck. I swung my arm


    around his neck and trapped his windpipe in the crook of my elbow, using my free hand to pull on my


    wrist and tighten my headlock hold. I wrapped my legs around his waist, catching his arms by his side


    to keep him from fighting back. With a final show of force, I squeezed with all my might, hearing a snap


    and feeling the guard’s body slump in my grip.


    …I had never killed before…


    ‘Have a conflict of moralster,’ Evvamanded. ‘Like when we’re outside the four walls of this cell.


    Strip the guy and saunter off already.’


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    I pushed the body off of me, unable to keep the sordid crawl of my skin at bay, and began to strip his


    outeryers off. Pulling the man’s jacket up my arms, I gave Bastiaan a warning look as he watched


    on, his eyes popping out of his head. I knew what he wanted to say, it was written all over his face.


    What are you doing?


    Are you insane?!


    They could kill you!


    Stop!


    I knew because they were my fears also, thundering in my head, right up to the moment I pulled on the


    man’s boots. Thank the moon above I was so tall and a simr height to the dead guard. For once, it


    would be of service rather than just being handy for reaching things from the top shelf.


    Thest thing toplete my subterfuge was the rifle loaded with wolfsbane darts. I had never fired


    any sort of weapon before, so I could only pray that it was a case of aim and shoot.


    I pulled the jacket’s hood over my head, slung the strap of the rifle over my back, just as the guard had


    worn it, and walked out, stopping to wait for the ss door to swing shut. I blew a small exhale of


    victory; so far, so good.


    Bastiaan’s hard stare bored into mine, his jaw ticking wildly.


    “Be careful, please,” he mouthed, emphasising his plea.


    I had watched the guard enough to roughly know his gait and adopt it as close as possible. Most of the


    other rogues raised no brows at my impersonation and the few that did stayed quiet, as did the


    vampires. I fumbled around the jacket pockets trying to locate the card. Every second I wasted would


    give me away as an imposter. Finding the card in the breast pocket, I pressed it to the pad, praying I


    had used it right. As I had seen a hundred times before, the heavy ck metal door swung open and


    shut behind me.


    The sliding door to the surveince room was open and I readied the rifle from my back, knowing there


    would be a guard inside.


    “Why didn’t you respond to my mind-link?” A voice spoke from the open doorced with suspicion and


    a European ent I couldn’t quite ce.


    I had never heard one of the guards speak before and I was beginning to think Marceau had taken their


    tongues.


    “What’s wrong with the she-wol-”


    I fired before he could finish.


    “Pregnant and pissed off is what’s wrong with me,” I shoved my hood down and fired three more into


    the knocked-out guard. That should keep himatose for a while.


    ‘You could’ve aimed one in his nutsack.’


    I rolled my eyes at my wolf and aimed away, right at his groin.


    ‘There, happy?’