hungry,” Allison said.
“Come on, you need to keep your strength
up,” Logan urged her. “At least let me bring you some fruit or
something.”
“You know what? I’m actually having a
craving for something,” she said slyly. “You don’t happen to have
any bacon do you?”
“Sure we do!” Logan chirped cheerfully. “How
do you like it cooked?”
“Oh, nice and crispy,” she said, the hamster
wheel suddenly revolving in her brain. “Cook it for a long, long
time… until it’s nearly burned.”
“Got it!” Logan said. “You can count on
me!”
Logan rushed off to make her breakfast, and
she watched as he left the room, closing the door behind him. As
soon as she heard the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen, she
grabbed the post to which her shackle was attached and began to
wiggle it back and forth, attempting to loosen it.
The noise continued in the kitchen, and she
finally managed to loosen the post enough to remove it. She slid
the chain off the post and slipped off the bed. Her eyes scanned
the room, but couldn’t quickly locate her shoes, so, moving as
quietly as she could with a chain jingling around her ankle, she
crept out the door.
She slowly, cautiously closed the door
behind her. Just as she turned around to flee, she smacked into
something.
“Going somewhere?” Michael chuckled.
“Michael!” she gasped. “I… uh…”
He grabbed her by the arm and ushered her
back inside. He slammed the door behind them.
“Oh, Looooo-gaaaan!” Michael called, his
voice laced with irritation.
Logan appeared at the door. His face
blanched white as soon as he saw Allison standing beside Michael,
her arm grasped in his iron grip.
“You were supposed to be watching her,” Michael growled through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry. I was making her some
breakfast,” Logan explained sheepishly.
“And you wonder why Luke and I don’t trust
you,” Michael snarled.
“Don’t blame him,” Allison interjected. “He
was just…”
“Enough!” Michael shouted, his fingers
gripping her arm so firmly she shrieked. “Sit down!”
She immediately sank into the chair and
closed her mouth. Michael turned his attention back to Logan.
“If you ever disobey a direct order
again…” Michael warned Logan.
“It won’t happen again,” Logan promised.
“It better not,” Michael muttered. “Go. Get
out of my sight. Finish her breakfast.”
Michael waved his hand, shooing Logan away.
Logan bowed briefly and backed out of the room. Michael turned his
eyes back toward Allison, who was busy gnawing a fingernail. He
sighed heavily and sank down onto the bed in front of her.
“Allison, did you listen to nothing I
said last night?” he asked.
“Of course I did,” she replied. “But you
really didn’t think I was just going to sit here and let it happen
without trying to escape, did you? This is just ridiculous! I just
went for a simple walk last night, and I got caught up in a bunch
of stuff that isn’t even any of my business!”
“I understand it’s not ideal, but…” Michael
started to say.
“Ideal?” Allison shouted. “Are you kidding
me? This is insane! This is totally unfair!”
“I promise you, this isn’t what we wanted,
either,” Michael insisted. “What would you have preferred we do…
let the other pack have you?”
“No, but…”
“Then you’re going to have to deal with the
situation the best you can, just as we will,” Michael said.
“Yeah, how convenient for you,” Allison
muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael
snapped.
“Well, you get a little slave who has to do
your bidding, and what do I get?” she snapped back.
Michael suddenly looked hurt, and Allison
almost regretted what she said.
“Allison, listen to me,” Michael said,
leaning forward and placing his hands on the arms of the chair.
“This isn’t what we wanted to happen. If we could change it… if I could change it, I would. But we had to save you.
There was no
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