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?

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26. Chapter 25 - Sable

Sleep did not come easily to Sable. She thought about Claire and what she might be doing in the Eisen Kingdom—on the other side of the front line. She wondered how long she would have to stay in this prison. Why was she here? What was the Champion of Light? 


In recent days, the inflow of witches had slowed down and she had managed to identify some of the guards; they had their faces covered by helmet masks, but she managed to tell them apart by their gait. Some guards walked with an air of confidence, some paced languidly. Every human being had his or her own unique way of walking—wether they realized it or not and that was something no amount of armor could hide. 


Alisa had proposed that she penetrate the heart of Eren Galloway and then use his help to break out. An absurd plan—and yet it just might be possible. She knew from personal experience just how vulnerable the heart of a man could be. If she could strike at the right time, then there just might be a chance...


But there was one more reason why Sable did not sleep easy. 


She ripped her eyes open and took a sharp breath. She could feel that she had a dream, but could not remember any of it. But in every beat of her heart, she could feel a strange tingling, a sense that something was wrong. 


She saw Alisa cowered in a corner of the cell, her eyes brimming with raw terror. 


“Did I—?” Sable asked, but she already knew the answer. 


Alisa nodded. “You were talking in your sleep again...” 


Her voice faded. There were words left unspoken. Something had changed this time. 


“What is it?” Sable asked. 


“You were talking in your sleep...to something or someone, I don’t know, but this time it was different. Your voice changed. Your body was moving.” 


Sable swallowed. 


“Maybe it has something to do with that magic in your blood,” Alisa said, a layer of fear in her voice. “That magic...that is in you but isn’t part of you.” 


Sable said: “The magic that has a mind of its own.” 


Alisa said nothing. Magic never had a mind of its own; it was an extension of its owner—the witch. But this magic was different. It had a personality. It was smug. It was alive. 


“What did my voice sound like?” 


Alisa took a moment to choose her words. She spoke gingerly, as though she were treading broken glass. “It wasn’t your voice—but it wasn’t male or female either. It had malice in it. It laughed. At one point you turned to me with your eyes open, but it wasn’t you, it was that magic. You, I mean the magic, said something to me, but I couldn’t understand it.” 


Sable swallowed. No, she didn’t remember anything. But if what Alisa said was true—and it must be, her entire body was shaking—then her body was not entirely her own anymore. 


“Sable, what happened to you?” Alisa pleaded. 


She sat up. She knew the answer. But she said nothing. 


Several hours later, they heard the door at the end of the corridor open. By now, Sable was able to identify most of the guards and above all, she knew when it was Eren Galloway. He had a strength in his step, a certainty and determination that the other guards did not possess. 


But this sound was different. 


The sound of the steps carried no decisiveness. They were unsteady and weak. Sable did not recognize this sound. Was it someone new? 


She turned back to Alisa. She shook her head. 


The unsteady steps grew closer. Eren entered her sight. She almost did not recognize him; his cheeks were hallow and his eyes had lost the gleam they usually had. His hair was a mess and his expression was that of a man who knew he faced hell as he was marched to the gallows. 


How quickly a man could change in just a few hours. 


How easy a man could break. 


Sable took a sharp breath. She could hear Alisa do the same. This was it. This was the chance they had been waiting for. 


Eren was vulnerable. 

 

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A/N: Thank you all for your support! I usually post the chapter at night in the UK and wake up to reading some reviews, a great way to start the day ;) You are all too kind. 

 

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