Chapter 38: Mommy Issues
Rowan
I whistle a tune my human mother taught me as I snatch a bagel as hard as cement from the cafeteria and a small carton of milk for breakfast. Time to do as I promised Shaye and get her out of the fight pits. Don't care what dear old Dad said, she's mine and I won't allow her to be in danger.
Mine.
I like the sound of that. Tearing off a piece of the bagel, I dunk into the milk as I head to the Warden's office. Could be the Warden is merely moving pieces on the chessboard according to someone else's orders or if he is acting on his own and reaping the rewards of catering to the gods.
I pop the piece of bagel into my mouth and it's easier to chew now than breaking teeth. I soak the next piece and lean against the Warden's door as I eat.
Since I often break into the Warden's office, I know his schedule. He always makes a coffee with two sugars and one cream in the employee lounge and then brings his cup here to read over emails.