Chapter 508

• Malix, who’s closest to me, still standing in the cell with me, turns to take hold of my arm. His touch is gentle, and there’s something almost like an apology in his beautiful violet eyes.
• What-the-fuck-ever. If he thinks that’s going to make me go down without a fight, he’s out of his damn mind.
• I yank against his grasp with a growl, forcing him to reach for me with his other hand, too. The moment his body faces me fully, I bring my knee up between his legs and swing my arms around, breaking his grasp on me.