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“We get it. Alcohol,” I say.
“Give it,” Marilynn begs with red-rimmed eyes. “Oh wait…I can’t have it.” She looks like she’s about to sob all over again.
“Not alcohol, you nincompoop! Honey of Sweet Nectar Valley! It makes you feel good and relieves pain! Even safe for the kiddies!”
Ruth boops my nose with a wry smile. “Nincompoop.”
“Give it to her!” I snatch the bottle from Helga Bee’s stubby fingers, practically diving in front of Marilynn to help her drink it.
She covers the lid with her red, swollen lips. And it looks like…my cock twitches, pulsing with pressure as I watch her gulp down the, uh, sweet valley stuff.
Damnit. I dart my eyes away as she meets them. Twin sapphires. Deep blue lagoons. They contrast with her freckled skin and vibrant hair. And those plump lips…I wonder what they would look like wrapped around my hard—
“What happened to her anyway?” Helga Bee asks.
“She got jumped when we weren’t looking. They ripped out her nails,” Skylenna says, still seething.
“Ah. That’s a gang territory marking ritual. It’s a way to show other males in a group that they want your females. They were challenging you boys to a good ole’ fight to claim your women!”
Dessin looks like he might have an aneurysm.
“So it could have been Skylenna or me targeted, too?” Ruth asks.
“Yeppers! It’s just a pecking order. Nothin’ personal.”
“It’s pretty damn personal.” I grimace at her to stop talking now. Fuck this place. Fuck these inmates.
“You want to tell us a story, Marilynn? Get your mind off the pain?” Ruth rubs a hand in circles over her back.
“The only stories I can tell you, I’m not allowed to tell you.” Her eyes lose focus for a split second, and she shudders. That pearly white, freckled face converts back into her usual grouchy scowl.
Hmm. What other stories does she have on me?
“Do you know the story of DaiSzek and Knightingale?” Skylenna asks with hopeful eyes.
Marilynn’s lips twitch into something close to a smile. “I do. The whole story. Not the watered down one they put in a child’s bedtime story.”
“Aren’t DaiSzek and Knightingale the two scruffy mutts back at home? How do they already have stories?” I ask.
“They were the fae and elven warriors from a long time ago! They ended a war and saved their people,” Skylenna explains with fondness. “Can you tell us the story, Marilynn?”
“Gerta loves a good story time! We have some good ones, too. Remember the mountain orgy four winters ago?”
“Oh, god,” Dessin grumbles.
“Tell us, Marilynn!” I beg with panicked eyes.
Ruth and Warrose nod with wide, help-me eyes as well.
Marilynn takes another swig from the tin bottle, which helps her hands tremble a little less. She licks her lips, blinks sleepily, and nods with a relief-filled sigh.
“DaiSzek wasn’t always a warrior king. Didn’t always have special abilities. At the start of his journey, he was only a stonemason’s son. He lived in a country across the world called Neslanox. A civilization of honest, hardworking farmers.” Marilynn pauses to lean her head back, getting comfortable. “Knightingale was the daughter of a war chief in Dementia. One afternoon during training, she hit her head on a rock and said an archangel came to visit her. The angel showed her a vision of DaiSzek cutting stone and told her that the two of them were very special…”
“Ohhhh, I like this story! This is good. Would be better with a couple orgies, but I’m here for it!” Helga Bee bursts, making us all jump.
Am I that annoying when I’m inappropriate?
“The archangel told her that when there is battle of great evil, God sends two warrior angels. These angels are born with the truest forms of love, friendship, and pain. When under pressure, they don’t turn to dust. They turn to diamonds.”
