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“What’s on the agenda, Captain? You want to bake him a cake and sing to the baby boy?” I roll my shoulders back, grimacing at the thought.
And fuck me, her big, emerald-green eyes light up.
“Dessin, we have to bake something!”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“The only thing we’re baking in these cages is irritable bowel syndrome from the food they’ve been killing us with,” I deadpan.
She snorts. “Okay, funny guy. Seriously, get us out and to the kitchen. I know you can.”
I can already sense the beginning stages of a massive migraine.
“What are we conspiring to do?” Warrose leans against his rusty bars, raising his thick brows at us.
“It’s Niles’s birthday tomorrow. We’re breaking out to bake him something sweet!” Skylenna whisper-hisses.
“Oh.” Warrose chuckles softly. “I’m out.”
Skylenna narrows her eyes. It’s both adorable and bone-chilling. “You’re both pissing me off.”
Warrose darts his confused hazel gaze to me, seeking answers to what we should do or say to weasel our way out of this one.
I lift a shoulder, chuffing out a laugh. “If I have to cater to Niles, then you certainly have to suffer with me, brother.”
“Dessin, you’re in charge of our escape to the kitchen. I’ll be in charge of event coordination. And you’ll be the lookout, Warrose!” Skylenna wiggles in her seat, beaming with excitement. Even if it is Niles of all people, how can I take this from her? She’s so happy.
Warrose scoffs. “How am I reduced to lookout?!”
“Can you bake?” Skylenna crosses her arms.
“No.”
“Then lookout it is!”
I smirk at my friend now pouting with his mouth open.
Niles is full-on snoring, out like a light, and we have about an hour until we need to break out of this cage. The first time I escaped to bake the cook in her own oven, I found a twisted piece of metal in her pocket. A makeshift key to the cages. To be on the safe side, I shoved it in a small gap between the floor and the wall at the back of my cage. I knew I’d need it when we finally figured out how to make a break for it.
Never would I imagine risking losing it to throw Niles a fucking birthday party.
I work out the fine details of making it past the sentinels on night guard, slipping into the kitchen, how long it will take to assemble ingredients, oven time, cool time, and how quickly we can make it back without anyone noticing.
The birth of Niles could add a strike closer to the executioner’s block if we’re caught. Is it worth it? Mmm, probably not.
But making my girl smile is.
“How long do we have until you’re breaking us out?” Skylenna asks.
“Nineteen minutes now,” I answer, then give her a side-eye. “How’d you know I already planned it out?”
She shrugs. “You had that look.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’ve just worked out a problem.”
