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“You’re lucky he can’t do worse right now,” Skylenna says through her teeth.
“And to think I came here to extend a polite invitation.”
Bullshit. I watch through cloudy eyes as he spits blood out again. A smirk nearly touches my cheeks, but not quite. I won’t be smiling until I can beat him the way he beat Skylenna.
I want to talk to him, Kane says.
No.
He’s our brother.
I don’t fucking care.
“Well extend it then! Don’t let the fact that Dessin knocked two teeth out stop you,” Warrose taunts with a cruel laugh.
Did I knock his teeth out? Brilliant.
“The Mazonist Brothers would like to dine with you tonight.” Kaspias stares coldly at the group, like he hates the idea of it but is forced to say something. “All of you.”
“Will you be there?” Skylenna inquires cautiously.
“Yes.”
“Then no.”
I cough out a laugh. Fuck, I love her.
“Do you know what the word mandatory means, little girl?” He smiles down at her like a raging psychopath.
I tap Skylenna’s arm to let her know I’m ready to stand up.
“I do. It means I don’t give a good goddamn, and I’ll do as I please,” she responds like she isn’t a prisoner at all. Like she isn’t at anyone’s mercy. Like she’s a god among men.
And that does it. Her tone, her wrath, her blatant disrespect for authority makes my dick rock hard. I rise to my feet with her, clenching her waist like I might rip that uniform off if I’m not careful.
“Is that right?” He takes a step closer to us, breathing through his nose like steam may start coming out of it. “Because my brother already has two strikes. Did you know that? One for starting the fight in the commissary, and two for roasting my precious cook in her own oven. You must know what happens if he gets a third…”
Well, shit.
Skylenna’s shoulders slump a little next to me.
“Let’s stop with the pissing contest,” Niles interjects. “We’ll go, alright?”
“Beautiful.” Kaspias massages his jaw, studying our friends as he lands on what he’s looking for. “Until next time, Ruth.”
There’s a tense beat of silence before Warrose slams his hand down on the stage floor.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
18. The Not-So-Fantastical Dining Party
Skylenna
“Calm down, okay?” I whisper as I walk behind Dessin.
The iron collars on our necks are now chained to each other, forming us in a straight line as we follow Kaspias down the long hallway at the top of the prison. We’re jabbed, kicked, taunted, and degraded in another language by the many sentinels we pass along the way.
Dessin releases a low, hardly audible growl deep in his chest. I know he’s teetering on how much self-control he has around Kaspias. I almost wish I never told him about the beating before sending the Blood Mammoths on The Hunt.
