Chapter 29

“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are all cut with our own dust.” - John Webster

JORDAN POV

It was stupid, impulsive, and reckless

My flawed plan to escape, of course. I could think of at least a million ways it was going to blow in my face. I mean, the worst that could possibly happen (say I succeed climbing over the 8 feet tall wall without ticking off the alarms, feeding the Great Danesw with my own flesh or having my ass sewn shut by a bullet) is having the throats of those I shared a DNA with pulled out from their necks, and if that's not bad enough, the idea of being forced to watch as Melody and her wicked minions plucked their tongues out was all I needed to remain a good boy and do what was expected of me. Now that the odds were against me, I could only bite my tongue and wait for a perfect opportunity to arise.

"Get your mind into the game, Rothschild." Douglass, who was on the other side of a very vast ring intoned, cracking a fissure of realit