The Girl in Cell 3 (Triple Witching Hour)

Every day SABLE talks to her knight in shining armor, EREN. She says sweet words, tugging at his heart, hoping to steal it. But there is always a barrier between them - a prison cell door. EREN has struck a deal: keep her locked up and his little brother will be out of harms way.

Her cell is inescapable and her placement on death row rises fast. She aims to seduce him and have him break her out. But when truths and lies become one, can she deceive his heart without breaking her own?


13. Chapter 12 - Eren

Eren hasn’t been sleeping much. He can’t. There was too much to think about. When the city above the prison has gone to sleep, when the witches have gone to sleep and the night shift guards yawn, he was the one who quietly patrols the corridor. 

He always stopped before Sable’s cell during his walks. He could hear her and Alisa breathing quietly as they slept, unaware of his presence. He could hear Sable talk in her sleep. She twisted and turned, a deep frown on her brows. She murmurs, struggles and argues. Was it a nightmare? No, it didn’t seem like it. She was having a conversation in her sleep—but with whom? 

Perhaps she was communicating with someone on the outside. Someone who can help her break out. 

He quietly observed her night after night, but he could not conclude who it might be. 

During one of the nights when he stopped before the cell, he sat on the floor and opened a bottle of wine. He drank. The chilled liquid flowed down his throat, warming his stomach. 

Sable did her usual twisting and turning, talking in her sleep. But something was strange with Alisa. Her body was too still. Had she died? No. She was pretending to be asleep. After many years of surviving in the forests with Kolin, Eren had learned that no person ever slept completely still. There would always be some small gentle movements here and there. But Alisa lay frozen like a statue. 

“I know you are awake,” said Eren. 

The torchlight flickered. A guard coughed. Two silent gazes. 

Alisa sat up. She pulled the blanket over Sable’s shoulders, then turned to Eren. 

“Why are you watching us?” she asked. “You’ve been doing this for several nights.” 

Eren raised both eyebrows, surprised. He did not think that he would be caught so easily. Not that it mattered. She was in gransia handcuffs and behind bars. 

“Why...” He smiled slightly. He knew why. Out of all the witches in this prison, only Sable had not lost the light in her eyes, the spirit that refused to be broken. And now that she had nursed Alisa back to health, there was a second witch that had regained a flame in her gaze. 

But Sable was still different from this blue haired witch. She was intent on achieving something—but what? If he could find out what she wanted, then he could predict what she would do next and therefore prevent her from breaking out. 

Keep her locked up and keep Kolin safe. 

“Give me some of that.” Alisa pointed at the wine bottle. 

Eren took a swig. He stood and walked away, leaving the bottle of wine on the stone floor, out of reach. 


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In the darkness of the morning, he returned home. 

It was eerily quiet. Normally Kolin would have already woken up to prepare breakfast. After that the boy would go off to work at the riverside mill, where he was responsible for offloading carts of wheat and transporting the sacks into the mill to grind into flour. The owner of the mill had a soft spot for the boy and every now and then gave Kolin a small bag of flour in addition to the salary. 

But today there was no noise in the hut. No rattling in the kitchen. No flickering of fire.


Eren found the boy in his bed, his face gaunt and his body covered with sweat. Eren felt his forehead. A fever. 

“I’m sorry,” Kolin croaked. “I think I’m sick.” 

“Oh brother,” Eren said and used his sleeve to wipe some sweat off the boy’s face. “Don’t you worry. I’ll cook you something and tell the mill owner that you can’t come to work today.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Eren shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. We’re a team, remember? I help you and you help me—no matter what.” 

With that said, he cooked a simple porridge and used a wet cloth to wipe Kolin’s body. He sent a message to the mill owner, apologizing for Kolin’s absence and then went to sleep. 

Outside, the birds woke with the sun and the first rays of light cut the horizon. Merchants dressed and shaved, ready for a day’s business. Wives rose before their husbands, readying breakfast and lunch. Bakers scolded their apprentices. Children played with abandon. 

It was as though there were no witches underground. 



A/N: If you want to know even more about Sable and the Triple Witching Hour universe, visit the TWHstory website for an exciting prequel Sable novel, a COMIC story and blog updates :) 


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