Silence 4.5 by Janelle Stalder Read Free Book Online Page B

fight,” she replied simply.
    Little liar, he thought. His mouth twitched but he fought back his grin at her open defiance. “Lies,” he said, leaning in. “Tell me why you’re really here.”
    “How did you get the orange?”
    He paused, not expecting that. She was still thinking about his food, was she? He smiled then, but it didn’t reach his eyes. No, this was the smile he reserved for his enemies, and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what Pixie was now. She always has been, he reminded himself. Just because he’d had his dick in her didn’t mean they were suddenly on the same side.
    “Why. Are. You. Here?” he said again, ignoring her question.
    Her lips pulled into a smirk of her own that nearly had him crushing his lips against hers again so he could taste and feel their plush softness. “To. Fight.”
    “I’ll figure it out with or without your help, Pixie. It’s best for all your friends if you just tell me now.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My owner brought us here so his male could fight. I’m to watch. End of story.”
    They stared each other down, neither of them giving an inch.
    “Fine. You’re just some fighter? Then you can go and stay with all the other fighters.”
    He spun around, marching toward the door. Do not look back at her, he ordered himself. He and Pixie were done. It was time he made that final.
     

     
    Well fuck, Pixie thought as she watched him leave. That had just gone from fucked up to even more fucked up, if that was possible. Had they really just screwed each other against the wall? Pixie shook her head slowly at herself. Without thinking, she lifted the fabric of his shirt to her nose, breathing in his intoxicating scent. She sighed. It hadn’t been a lie when she’d said they couldn’t do that again. That was just the way it needed to be. But then why did it make her feel so hollow inside?
    Obviously they were all wrong for each other. It had only taken him a moment, after just tilting her entire world on its side, to start interrogating her again. There would never be trust between, that much was obvious. And while her father had been missing a lot as a father, he’d always drilled into her not to let boys take advantage of her, and that the most important thing between two people was trust.
    Trust was the foundation that a relationship was built on. Without it, they would never survive. Pixie could never trust someone like Bastian. He practically oozed secrets and mystery. And she had her fair share too. What would happen if she admitted who they were and what they were doing? Would someone like him understand and relate to their aspirations to make this world better?
    Looking around at the fine furnishings and electricity, she didn’t think so. Obviously he wasn’t lacking for much under the New World Order. What would it matter to him if Ludwig stayed or went? Considering how vile the fighting ring was, she was more inclined to believe he’d be on Ludwig’s side, not theirs.
    Just then one of his guards entered, carrying a new set of clothes. “Put these on,” he ordered. “Then follow me.”
    “Where?” she asked, catching the pants and shirts that were thrown at her. “To the cells.”
    Damn.
     
    ***
     
    Fight night was something she’d never experienced before. The sound and energy in the room was electric, pumping her full of adrenaline. Mostly she was just happy to be out of her cell. It had been dirty and disgusting, and there’d only been a dismal cot waiting for her when she got there. She hadn’t even seen Phoenix, which had been the only plus in her mind as she’d followed the guards.
    When they’d come back to get her, a small part of her had hoped he’d changed his mind about putting her there, and wanted her back beside him. But that hadn’t been it. And there was no way she was going to analyze the disappointment that had caused. Instead, she had stood up straighter and followed them to another