Odessa POV

“This is an unfair fight, but I’ve been looking for a way to blow off some steam,” Sienna said, stepping forward.

I grabbed her arm. “No. You’re pregnant,” I hissed.

“Pregnant, not handicapped.”

I frowned so hard my face hurt.

“It’s me they want. I’ve been in their prison, I’m not going back either.”

“What’s your plan, because it doesn’t sound like you have one,” Sienna hissed.

I counted four brooding men with black claws where their nails should be ...