Aaron had been in enough cages to know when the walls were closing in. The rec yard was loud with the usual noise: the ocean outside of the prison, low growls, the buzz of predators in too small a space, but he felt it the moment the guards shifted. A tightening in the air. A ripple of attention.
Two of them entered the yard and headed straight for him. Ronald stiffened and looked over at Kris like he was about to square up with them, and Thorn didn’t even bother to look. He rarely did, unless blood was involved. Win just watched, that soft, unnerving smile playing at the corners of his mouth like this was all going exactly the way he’d planned.
Maybe it was. With him, you never knew. It made him wonder what Win had said to her earlier. “Grant. Lauren,” one of the guards barked. Ah. So
