Awooo! Are you ready for the wolf?

 

When she awoke the next day, the sudden glare of the lights illuminating a shocking wake-up call, she noted that he’d indeed spent the night crouched, watching and waiting.

“Morning,” she said as she stretched.

Through the hank of hair on his forehead, he perused her. He grunted in reply.

“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” she said, rolling free of her blankets to stand.

“Being a prisoner will do that to a man.”

“Great. Not only am I stuck with you for the moment, but you’re a grumpy puss.”

“Wolf.”

“Whatever. Mind plugging your ears while I attend to business.”

“You’re going to pee?” He sounded so shocked.

“Yes. And brush my teeth. Is that a problem?”

“But I’m here.”

“So I noticed. Hence the request.”

“Woman don’t pee around men.”

How she wished that were true. “I have to go, and I see no reason to hold it in to protect your delicate sensibilities.”

“Delicate?”

“Yes, delicate. This is not a five-star hotel. Heck, on the scale of prisons, I don’t know if it even ranks a one. Which means, no walls, which means you get to hear and see it all. So get used to it. If it’s any consolation, I imagine you will have to tinkle as well at some point. I promise to not watch when you do.”

“I’ll escape before then.”

As Layla sat on the throne, her cheeks burning despite her brave words, she murmured, “Good luck with that.”

He’d thankfully already averted his gaze and now clapped his hands over his ears as she took care of her pressing bladder. He even hummed. She wondered what he’d do when her second order of business decided it needed tending. She’d gotten used to a lack of privacy over the years, but there was ugly, leering guards and cameras, and then there was handsome hunk in a cage with her.

Nothing screamed romance like seeing and hearing a woman pee.

Good thing I’m not planning seduction then.

Once she brushed her teeth, she returned to sit cross-legged on her bed. As if that were a sign, he finally rose to his feet and did his own version of a morning stretch.

She should have looked away. Pretended interest in a wall.

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

One glimpse of rippling flesh as he pulled his arms over his head, to the front, back, and she was mesmerized.

“Good thing there’s no flies left, or you’d catch some,” he remarked as he caught her staring.

She snapped her mouth shut. “Sorry. As you might have noticed, the entertainment level is kind of low, so anything new is kind of fascinating. Even you.” She tried to make it sound disparaging, but he smirked, too easily reading the lie.

“So what do you do all day?” he asked, still stretching his limbs.

“Depends on if the master is having a villain day or not.”

“A villain what?”

“Some days, the master likes to take me out of the cage, and he’ll have me set a group of animals on a task. Usually something nefarious. I call those villain days.”

“And when you’re not on a task for him?”

She shrugged. “Not much. I read. Insult the guards. Plot escape.”

His gaze caught hers. “Plot? What about executing an escape?”

“Like I’ve said. I’ve tried. So far, that hasn’t worked out so well for me.” Or else she wouldn’t be at number fifty-seven.

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