Cage's POV 

I traveled a well-worn path inside my cramped cell, suffocating the almost continuous growls of frustration that kept climbing up my throat. Round and round, I paced. The bare concrete walls, reinforced with silver, slipped away from my attention, fading into the background of my mind, as my brain swirled with more important matters. Escaping. Freeing Raine. Killing Marku.

Every molecule inside of me quivered with anticipation, threatening to explode into violence. Glorious violence. I thirsted to unleash a thunderstorm of blood, destroying everything and everyone in my path. But I tamped it down. I had to be smart. I couldn't go off half-cocked. Or we would end...