The figure in the distance grew smaller and smaller until he disappeared from Cheyenne’s sight. She finally looked away and focused on the peace lock in her hand.
Her gaze was calm like a still water surface with no ripples, but only Cheyenne knew that her heart was anything but calm.
Benson had become a vegetable;
Omari was one of her few good friends, and she didn’t want him to end up with a tragic ending either.
Cheyenne frowned as she returned to her room with the peace lock in hand.
For several days after that, Cheyenne never saw Omari again. During meals, she would deliberately sit near the door despite the strong wind because it offered the widest view of outside.
Bang!
Jonathan came back from getting food and slammed his tray onto the table. The soup inside splashed out everywhere.
He grumbled, “It’s been almost three months since I’ve tasted meat. My mouth is starting to forget what it tastes like.”
Layne ignored him completely as he wiped off the spilled soup on his granddaughter’s clothes with a white towel while sarcastically mocking Jonathan. “What right do you have to be angry? Cheyenne is pregnant too and still eats this stuff.”
Upon hearing this, Jonathan scratched his head awkwardly before laughing sheepishly. “Actually, I’m not really mad. I just think that The Lucas family is being too stingy.”
They were not prisoners; they were employees helping them out yet they had been eating boiled cabbage and corn for an entire month without even seeing a single chili pepper! Eating such bland food for so long made their faces turn greenish-blue in color.
Cheyenne poked at her potatoes with a fork without any appetite while listening to them complain about their food situation.
But what did it matter? Kelvin and she survived living on wild fruits during their month-long stay on an island where they could only eat canned beef every day which tasted terrible followed by fish without salt every day afterwards.
Just mentioning Kelvin’s name made Cheyenne feel empty inside once again; it had been over a month since they parted ways at Truphis.
“Cheyenne, what are you thinking about?” Layne asked curiously when he noticed how lost in thought Cheyenne appeared to be.
After coming to her senses, Cheyenne saw her grandfather’s hair had turned much whiter during the six months he had been here. He looked much thinner and bony.
Cheyenne regained her composure and said, “It’s nothing.”
Just as she was about to tell her grandfather that she had found the best escape route and would lead the enemy away so that he and Jonathan could leave first, a loud noise interrupted them.
Several men in black robes with masks were dragging a man covered in blood towards them. The man looked like he was barely alive, leaving two lines of fresh blood wherever they went.
“Quiet down everyone! Let me show you someone,” one of the men said.
As they approached, Cheyenne finally recognized Omari who she hadn’t seen for many days. His white shirt was stained red with blood flowing from his chin while two thick chains pierced through his shoulder blades.
The excruciating pain made it chilling just to look at him.
“Omari!”
“Don’t be impulsive, Cheyenne,” Layne stopped her from rushing forward while his anxious eyes betrayed his feelings at this moment.
Omari lifted his head slightly as if hearing someone call out their name before locking onto Cheyenne’s worried face among the crowd of people. He smiled faintly and whispered two names that made him tremble inside. “Cheyenne.”
“I’m sorry for appearing so disheveled in front of you and making you worry.”
People around started whispering fearfully again.
“This guy is really fearless.”
“Yeah, I heard he tried to reveal our location outside.”
“Oh my god, then he is doomed.”
“Well yeah… look at all those who tried escaping from here; none have ended well… let’s just focus on our work honestly.”
It turned out that Cheyenne misunderstood Omari completely; he never abandoned his original intention or associated himself with these wolves but instead worked undercover among them.
Cheyenne regretted mocking him earlier because if she knew earlier what happened to him now, she would never let him end up like this.
The elegant red dress floated closer and closer as Gracie sauntered towards Omari in her high heels. This time, she held a gun pointed at him.
“This guy has accomplices. If any of you are his informants, it’s best to come forward now,” she said.
“Otherwise, I’ll start with him and find each one of you out.”
“As for the consequences, I think you all know what they are.”
There was only one way out – death!
The crowd fell silent. Even the quiet whispers from before ceased as they feared upsetting this beautiful yet fierce woman who could kill them with a single shot.
Gracie was dissatisfied with their timidity. She pulled the trigger and narrowed her eyes.
“No one wants to confess? I’ll count to three. If no one comes forward by then, I’ll have to kill this guy first so that you can learn from his mistake,” she threatened.
“One.”
“Two!”
Before “three” could be uttered, a clear voice interrupted her threat.
A pregnant woman stepped out of the crowd and stared firmly at Gracie as she declared. “I’m the mastermind behind everything; let him go!”
“Cheyenne, you’re asking for trouble!” Gracie was truly angry this time around.
This woman had repeatedly challenged her limits before. The last time Gracie didn’t kill Cheyenne because of a momentary lapse in judgment when emotions got heated up between them both.
But now things were different; did Cheyenne think she would be let off the hook with some eloquent words this time?
What an impulsive and ignorant woman!
However, Cheyenne wasn’t afraid of Gracie’s threats because she knew Gregory wouldn’t want to kill her until after he opened the ancient tomb.
“If you don’t believe me,” Cheyenne said confidently while lifting up her coat.
“Just look at these.”
She tore off some fabric on top, revealing several items hidden underneath. A gun, a small silver knife, and even a round smoke bomb… all tools for escaping!
These were all things that took great effort for Cheyenne to steal over time, originally meant for escaping purposes only!