Chapter 44

• JASMINE
• The sky had taken on an orange hue when I finally got out of Mark's grasp, and he wasn't kidding when he made the remark about me not being able to use my legs in the middle of our rendezvous. My entire body was slack, totally worn, and even my legs wobbled as I got out of bed, and I even considered skipping my meeting with the girls, but this was important. I needed to deliver the message to them so they could get prepared and if I should miss this opportunity, it would go to the head of slaves, who would no doubt appoint different girls, thus ruining any opportunity Eleanor might've had of seeing or talking to Easton.
• This was an opportunity we couldn't miss, a very essential part of our entire plan. I was sick and tired of life here, forced into servitude with no free will. I missed my life before. I missed who I was before it all went to shit. I was a beta and a warrior, but now I can't even remember when last I held a sword, the feeling of that cold, hard metal in my hand, the clash of it with an enemy's in battle, the loud battle cries and roars of my fellow warriors as we charged, leaving blood and gore in our wake.