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JETHRO SAT IN his cell, his blood raging through his body. He was trapped, captured. He wanted to move, escape, but he breathed deeply, forcing himself to sit still. He’d need his serum soon. He’d have to remind Indy. The Guard would have no trouble getting it to him. Indy had already snuck in some food when he’d brought the news that Trinity was awake. She was going to live. That was all that mattered. Everything else he could handle.
“Hey, buddy,” said one of the guys in the cell next to him. “You have any more food?”
He handed him the rest of his sandwich. He’d already eaten the meat and the bread didn’t appeal to him. Plus, Hugh would feed them. The other Almighty was too honorable to mistreat his prisoners.
“Thanks.”
“What happened to you?” The guy was elderly and had been worked over by someone. Most of the others had a few cuts or bruises but nothing like this.
“Hugh Truent, that’s what. He beat me.”
“What did you do?” It had to be bad. Hugh was too perfect to abuse the elderly.
“Nothing. Nothing illegal.” The guy looked indignant. “Hugh is just too much like his mother.”
He forced his hand to unclench. This Almighty had no idea that Hugh’s mother wasn’t Sarah Truent.
The Almighty stuffed a hunk of the bread in his mouth and continued after he’d swallowed. “He found out I like females from other classes and I ended up here.”
Since Hugh was in love with Trinity he was pretty sure that wasn’t the reason for the beating, but honestly, his head ached and he didn’t care what had happened to this guy.
The man finished the bread and stuck his hand through the bars of the cage. “Thanks. The name’s Wickerwood.”
He shook the old man’s hand. It was the polite thing to do.
“I’ll pay you back for the bread.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No, really. Once I’m out of here, I can help you. I’m rich and I know people.”
“Good for you.” He’d lost interest in this conversation. If he’d known sharing his food would gain him a friend he would’ve eaten it himself.
“You don’t understand. The people I know make things happen. You’re in here so things aren’t going well for you and they probably won’t once you’re out either. So, if you ever need anything, let me know.”
“Okay. Great. I’ll let you know.” It was going to be a long imprisonment if he had to stay next to this guy.