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Thankfully, this didn’t happen all that often. Samael and the few that helped oversee things from a production standpoint were good at weeding out the bad apples. They were pickier about who got let in, which made it even more apparent that Mack was someone’s idea of petty entertainment.
“What’d you two do last night?” I asked, changing the subject.
“The question you should be asking is who did Kara. I crashed early,” Poet replied.
“Hmm, keeping the dirty details from me, huh?” I nudged her gently.
“The only details to share are the ones about my massive shame and disappointment because of the guy I took to bed,” she grumbled.
Poet began to laugh, covering it with the clearing of his throat when her eyes cut to him in a glare.
“Who was it?”
“Tigger,” she mumbled, hiding the side of her face with one hand.
My fingers stopped peeling as my brain processed what she’d just said. “The Tigger that sort of looks like a walking thumb?”
Her silence and Poet’s loud laughter were all the confirmation I needed.
“Kara,” I groaned.
I knew looks weren’t everything, but neither were brains apparently, because Tigger didn’t have either of the above. Not to mention, Takara was too good for most men, and that one for damn sure.
She was fun and spunky and had no problems saying exactly what she thought or felt. She was also freaking gorgeous, both inside and out. Being wholly Vietnamese, her small form covered in gorgeous ink. She looked like a doll you would protectively place on the highest of shelves.
“Hey,” she held her hands up as if warding both of us off, “in my defense, the last cock I saw was some old geezer’s when I was an A.R.C bitch. All I wanted was some excellent D. Was that too much to ask for?”
“Totally understandable. You gotta give me more details, though. Was it good? Was he giving capital D or lowercase?”
“Yeah, was he swinging big, thick sirloin?” Poet asked with a chuckle.
His question drew laughter from some of the surrounding proselytes.
“Ew.” I laughed, shoving him playfully.
“Put it this way, his dick was so small he kind of just laid on top of me and vibrated for a few minutes. I know it’s the power of the stick and not the size, but…ugh. I’m so ashamed.”
I started to laugh, stopping abruptly when one of Samael’s beloved puppets came strolling from the opposite direction.
“Go find somewhere else to sit,” he ordered, his voice sharp.
Everyone but the three of us took off like roaches that had been caught beneath a spotlight in the middle of the night. He slid into the space directly across from me, pushing a food tray in my direction. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were laced with something.
“That came directly from Kodak. It’s not poisoned.”
Annoyed that he’d just called out the direction my mind had gone, I leaned back and crossed my arms.
“You wouldn’t be responsible for the puppy-eyed recruit outside of my cabin this morning, would you?”
“Someone was outside your cabin?”
His feigned ignorance pretty much confirmed he was the culprit. He was always doing crap like this when he got bored, usually to everyone else. I would never understand how anyone fell for his offer of mentorship when arriving here. They practically begged for it. Nothing about Amo was nice or sweet. He was a sick, chaotic demon with a pretty face. Like most of us, I suppose. But he was also a giant asshole.
I gestured to my tray. “You didn’t bring that to me out of genuine kindness. So, what do you want?”
He leaned forward, propping his arms atop the table.
“I did, actually. Samael was going to send your big sister. I know how much you just love her.”
Okay. He had me there. Between Asmodeus and Rory, I wasn’t a huge fan of either, but I was picking Amo every time.
“Mal’s with Dawn, or he would’ve come himself.” He stopped and studied my face for a reaction that I was smart enough not to give him.
There was a plethora of responses that circulated through my head, and I couldn’t voice any of them.
“Is that all you came to say?” Takara questioned, her dark eyes throwing daggers at him.
“He wants to see you. Thirty minutes by the pits.”
“Why didn’t he tell her this himself?” Poet asked.
“Like I said, he’s busy. Enjoy your meal, princess.” He stood up and shifted his gaze to Kara, a smirk tinging his lips.
“It’s a shame about Tigger. If you want to come for once, my dick’s always available for a complimentary ride.”
“That’s exactly why I won’t ever be going near it. Such open availability screams STD.”
“The only thing that would be screaming is you.”
She rolled her eyes at that, naturally.
“Absolutely not.”
He grinned and began to turn away. “When you change your mind, you know where my cabin is.”
