Kyle kept his cool as the others shuffled out. They probably should have looked embarrassed at their complete failure to stick up for him. Too busy looking afraid of Adams, instead.
He hoped to find something that might serve as a weapon or protection.
He cast his eyes around for anything that he could use. Unfortunately, prisons are designed not to have convenient weapons lying around. He should have worked on crafting something ready for the rematch, but he'd thought he'd have more time…
Best plan he could come up with was to flip up the mattress and use it to block as much of the attack as he could, and hope to make enough noise to attract the guards.
Adams continued to fill the doorway to the cell as he watched the others disappear around a corner. As soon as they were out of sight, his expression softened, and he lowered his voice.
