Sixty-Six
Jasper Jefferies
Somewhere, deep within the house I’d broken into, they were keeping me in a cell. I’d healed for several days strapped to a bed but as soon as the bleeding had stopped, I’d been taken to a dungeon type area. Every day, Orion Spires came to peer at me, as if to make certain that I was still alive. Most days, he would only look at me. But on one particular day, he decided that he had something to say.
“Aren’t you tired of having your whole life dictated to you?” he asked.
I glanced up from where I was, handcuffed in a cell, sitting on a hard, stone floor. “There’s honor in doing your duty. My family has always protected the royals. It’s a tradition. I wouldn’t know how to do anything else.”
“But don’t you t
