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Skylenna appears on my other side, throwing my other arm over her shoulder.
“Hey, that was pretty cool what you did in there,” I gush, my face way too close to hers.
She laughs. “Thanks, Ruth.”
“I almost gave Warrose a blow job.”
Skylenna exchanges a look with Dessin. “I know.”
“In front of Niles…of all people,” I add to Dessin.
He purses his lips as if to say, Yeah, that makes it worse.
“You almost gave me a blow job?!” Niles hisses behind us, carrying Marilynn with ease.
“No!” Skylenna and I snap at the same time.
“Good because that’s incest!” He pauses for a long moment. “I’ve never been attracted to little Ruthie.”
“Good to know.” I roll my eyes.
“I was talking to Marilynn.”
I glance back at her unconscious body hanging in Niles’s arms. Her forehead is bloody and swollen. Why did she do that? What even happened tonight?
“Niles, please shut the fuck up. I have a migraine.” Warrose. He’s tailing us. Warrose. I almost…
“I wasn’t going to actually do it!” I blurt out, gripping Skylenna’s shoulder in a panic. “I swear! They must have drugged my food with ecstasy! Right? I would never have actually done it!”
“Is that fucking right?” Warrose shoots back.
“Dessin!” I shake his upper body. “Tell me the food was drugged with ecstasy!”
He looks at me with narrowing eyes, then shifts his focus to Skylenna on my right. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Opens again.
“Is lying to a friend in this situation acceptable?”
I groan in the back of my throat. Letting my entire body go limp so my friends will carry me. They chuckle as they lift me off the ground, watching as I drape my hand over my eyes dramatically.
“I’m still hungry!” Niles complains.
“The plant will dissolve from your system in a minute or two,” Dessin says.
After several seconds, my stomach protrudes, my gut feels swollen, sore, stretched to its limit. I let out a faint whimper, frowning as my head lulls back.
“I want to puke!”
The rush of endorphins is gone. Vanished in the pit of misery my stomach has curled into. Sweat trickles down my lower back. And my mouth salivates for an entirely different reason.
We make it back to inside our cages, and as I’m placed on the cold floor, that dreadful aroma of buttered popcorn, candy, and burned skin makes my insides wither. I want a warm blanket. A silk pillow. I want to fall asleep with oils in my hair, body butter layered over every inch of my skin.
Niles sits in Marilynn’s cage, holding her head in his lap. He caresses her merlot hair absently.
“Is she going to be okay?” I ask.
Niles lifts his head, blinking at me like he forgot anyone else was here. Breath releases from his chest, and he shrugs tiredly.
“She was really determined to keep that prophecy away from them.”
