Behr De’Mar worked the small piece of metal he had finally broken free from the cot into the seam where the wrist cuffs locked. It would take a miracle to break free of the cuffs and an even larger one for him to escape the cell and make it out of this prison alive. He grimly acknowledged that this time he might not be so lucky.
“Sheetz ta!” ‘s**t!’ he muttered when the wire slipped and cut his finger.
He studied the blood beading from the wound. Rolling his shoulders to ease his tension, he closed his eyes. The weight of exhaustion pounding at him was bone deep. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a full night’s rest.
General Maradash and the Council members had made sure of that. When the drugs hadn’t worked on him, they resorted to sleep deprivation to lower his resistance. The
