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?


45. Chapter 44 - Marcus

Marcus had lost the game. He hadn’t even realized it until Svenja had said ‘checkmate’. He stared at the board with disbelief — how was this possible? While playing her in the past few weeks, there were times when he had lost and times when he had won. While the witch had more victories than he did, he considered his skills on the board to be on par with her. This was the first time he had lost this quickly. 

He raised his head and peered at her. Had she been pulling her punches the entire time? Had she been losing games on purpose? No, that wasn’t possible, was it? He had played with all his might. He had not given her any quarters. She shouldn’t have been able to hold back without losing. 

Svenja sat against the wall. She had one knee against her chest and rested her arm on her knee. Her expression showed that she had no interest in the game anymore. She had completely and utterly crushed him. 

Was she humoring him the whole time? 

Marcus felt a needle jab his pride. 

“Who is this new witch?” she asked. 


“The new witch that Officer Galloway dragged in,” she said. “Who is she?” 

“Why do you ask?” 

“There is something strange about her.” 

“All witches are strange,” Marcus said, but no one smiled. The witches in Svenja’s cell wore grim expressions. Something was in the air. 

“When she came in,” Svenja said, “I felt magic coming out of her — even though she had the gransia handcuffs on.” 

“Impossible, the gransia handcuffs seal away all — “ 

“I know what I sensed,” Svenja cut him off. “Magic is coming out of her...and there are only two possibilities. First: her magic is so strong that even the handcuffs can’t keep it suppressed. Which makes me wonder why she hasn’t used her magic to break out of her cell.” 

Svenja paused. There was a deep frown on her brows. 

“And second?” Marcus asked.

Svenja took a breath. Her lips were pulled downwards. “The second possibility is that she isn’t wearing real gransia handcuffs. Which means...” 

She didn’t have to finish her sentence. Marcus knew what she was going to say. It would mean that a witch was working with the King’s Pride army and  Church of Valor at the highest level.

Svenja raised her head and looked directly at Marcus. Her golden eyes stabbed his, refusing to let go of his gaze.

“It is becoming too dangerous to stay in this prison,” she said. 

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

“It is time for me to break out.” 

At first he was dumbfounded by what she said. He suppressed a laugh. “And how are you going to do that?” 

“You will let me out of this cell.” 

This time, Marcus let out a laugh. This was ridiculous. 

“And why would I do that?” he asked with amusement in his voice. 

Without taking a breath or breaking eye contact, Svenja said in an even and calm voice: “Break me out and I will become your wife.” 

Marcus almost chocked on his own breath. “Wife!?” 

Without changing her expression, Svenja continued. “We do seem to get along quite well. We both like to play chess, and if we can flee King’s Pride and find a little place to live, you could get some work as a guard and I could work as a witch doctor in villages that are friendly towards witches. We could make a good life together.”

“And why do you think that we get along?” 

“You didn’t think I was playing chess with you just for fun, did you?”

Marcus opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. 

Svenja continued. “One can find out a lot about a man in a game of chess. How he thinks…how he reacts to provocation. And how much kindness he has in his heart. That is why you kept losing to me; you are too kind. You can’t even properly exploit openings that could lead to a victory.”

She scratched her chin and for the first time, he saw the faintest sign of a blush on her face. “And if we have children, the daughters will become witches and the sons will not gain any magic.”

Marcus was speechless. He wasn’t even sure if she was serious or not. Surely, he thought, if he let her out of those handcuffs, she would kill him immediately — much less become his wife. 

A witch has a wife, how ridiculous...

“You simply have gotten to know me over a few games of chess,” Marcus shot back. “You don’t love me and — “ 

“Love can be learned with time.”

Marcus had no words left. For the first time, he saw the real Svenja. Or rather, she revealed herself to him. She peered at him unblinking, her jaw set in an obstinate manner, even the slightest tenderness gone from her face. Here was a witch who knew exactly what she wanted, what needed to be done and did not have the ability to play with great deceptions outside of the chessboard. Her intentions were as straight and true as an arrow. 

Cold. Calculating. Practical.


“I...I — “ Marcus began. 

Behind him, the door opened. A guard walked in. 

“Shift change,” he announced. 

Marcus got up. 

“See you tomorrow,” Svenja said.

Marcus said nothing. 




A/N: Major development! What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments :) 


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