At Raul’s Party III

“Hello Nephew? How do you see your life here?” Olivera heard Alpha Jackson ask a frowning Jeremy that was still kneeling on the floor.

She had maneuvered her way through the crowd of watching people and was nearly at the front now, watching the unsettling spectacle. Already she had determined that if push came to shove, if they tried to kill her best friend, then she would activate Vee, and take Jeremy out of here.

She didn't know how Vee would do it, but she would do it anyway.

Jeremy gave no reply to his uncle’s question. He just maintained an aloof and cold stance, his mind trying to grasp where Olivera was.

He had been resting in the cage, hoping to sleep after consuming the dinner they had been given-their first food that day, when Leonard had sent for him, mentioning that he was needed in the hall.

At first, Jeremy had thought that Olivera had perhaps sent for him. Imagine his shock and anger when he had come to face his uncle and Olivera’s sister.

She had winked at him,