Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Bruce

After That

Day 1 in Solitary Confinement

This was not in Bruce’s plan.

No one ran this past him.

First, there was that infernal cat carrier. Like he was some sort of ferret.

He could handle a harness and a leash, thank you very much. But to be stuffed inside a portable cell?

To be placed in a basic sedan?

Shouldn’t he have been carried on a sacred bed in some air-conditioned, temperature-controlled limousine? That would have been more fitting for a being of his stature.

Now, here he was in some new and different place. He’d show them. He’d prove to them that those years in prison hadn’t softened him at all.

Not one bit.

He’d only been pretending to like the woman.

And the man too.

Though was it truly pretending? The man, after all, had brought him yellowtail several times. Sliced ever so delicately and served—gasp— raw .

It had been divine.

But no! He couldn’t linger on those thoughts. Bruce had been moved from his cell, the cell he had grown to think of as home, and had been placed in a new prison.

And he would let them know exactly what he thought of . . .

Meow!

Oh.

Ohhhhhh, yes.

Was that a lovely lady cat?

Hello there. That tail was so lush. So big. So soft. She smelled of catnip. And she was the finest specimen of feline he’d ever seen.

Bruce sauntered out of his cat carrier, strutted across the carpet, and sidled up against the lady.

This prison was going to be so much better.

He had a cellmate after all.