Page 60 of Cold Foot King
King caught a glance from Wreck, and then they matched the dragon’s pace, following closely.
“How long were you in solitary?” Damon asked.
“Two years, and then was dropped into the breeding program in a cell by myself for the last couple of months.”
“Who will know you?” Damon asked, leading them through a gate and past the fence with the coils of razor wire.
“The guards. The others in the breeding program. Namely a breeder named Jackal.”
“The Jackal is dead,” Damon said in an emotionless tone.
King flashed Wreck a look, and the Alpha nodded. “I’ll make sure Raynah knows.”
Good. Wreck was good at sensing what needed to be done. He was good at giving closure.
“The guards won’t be a problem. All have been removed from the premises. We are hiring all-new staff that will be monitored by my team and held accountable for fair treatment. Not soft treatment,” Damon amended. “The prisoners will serve the sentence they deserve, but the experimenting, torture, and breeding programs are snuffed out of existence as of yesterday.” There was a tremor of rage in the dragon’s voice now.
King would hate to be on his bad side.
“This Rook…” Damon said as he beeped his key card against the reader at the door into the prison. “He is the same Rook that went after the Fastlanders?”
“Yes.”
The dragon looked up at a camera on the eaves of the building and pushed the door open, stood by as King and Wreck passed. “Did you bring any metal on you?”
“No,” King answered. “I can do what I need to do with my hands.”
The dragon’s eyebrows drew up, and then he nodded once and gestured for him and Wreck to walk through the metal detector, where a pair of guards King didn’t recognize were waiting with metal-detecting wands in hand.
King went through, and so did Wreck. Damon followed, nodded to the guards, and then gestured for King and Wreck to follow him down a narrow hallway. He opened a door, and waited for them to go in ahead of him.
“There are no cameras or mics in here,” Damon said simply. “Why are you back here?”
“To teach Rook a lesson about disfiguring women.”
“Specifically Katrina?” Damon guessed.
King didn’t answer with words. Just nodded once.
“Your brother—”
“Hurt a woman, and no I do not have remorse. The only regret I have is that I ended his life in town, where there were human witnesses. That wasn’t some grand plan. He had it coming. I didn’t plan on it being a public Challenge.”
“Wreck told me to look up some pictures of a woman. Mariah Frey.”
Another nod from King.
“I did.” Damon inhaled sharply. “Do you know what happened to her?”
“Yes. That’s why my brother is dead.”
“No, I mean afterward?”
King shrugged. “Wreck told me some.”
A slow smile took Damon’s face. “He told you she paired up? She has a baby girl? Her mate is a silverback, and a good one. I’ve always liked him for a family group. I talked to her on the phone this morning, just to check on her. She’s happy, King. Do you know what she asked me to tell you, if I ever got the chance?”
“What?”