Page 19 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

Dante clearly hadn't forgotten.

He dropped my overalls, scooped me up off the bed, and grabbed my stupidly heavy bag like it didn't weigh eight thousand pounds before striding into the hallway.

"You sacrificed my overalls," I mumbled against his shoulder.

Yeah. Wow. The world was definitely spinning.

He slowed down as soon as we were in the hallway, apparently not in a hurry to leave solitary confinement. "They were a poor choice in clothing anyway."

"Walking around in my underwear while dripping your cum seems like a worse choice, Inferno."

"The laundry room isn't far. We're getting you a jumpsuit."

"Oh, good. I was worried I'd never be cool enough to wear one," I said sarcastically.

"I felt the same way before I was locked up in here," he drawled. There was no bite to the words. Maybe the sex had taken the edge off too much for that.

I grimaced anyway. "Sorry about that, by the way. I didn't know the prison was being used like a weapon."

"It's not your fault."

"I designed the magic. You don't need to baby me; I can admit that I fucked up. I've barely slept since Merrily told me I landed you and Jazz in here."

"Merrily Fall? The fae queen?"

"Yeah. Didn't I mention her?"

"No. What does she have to do with any of this?"

"She's mated to Grayson Darke, and she's the one who asked me to come in here. No offense, but I wouldn't have answered the door if the incubus king had shown up alone."

"Holy fuck. Are you serious? He's been in love with her for a century." Dante sounded surprised.

"Yeah. They're soulmates. You should've seen their auras." I shuddered at the memory. "Blinding."

"You see auras?"

"Yeah. Some angels can. Riv—Shiv—can't, though."

"Wow. Shit. Even if we're stuck down here for good, I'm glad things worked out for Gray." Dante's words sounded genuine.

"Don't curse us," I murmured, as he stepped out of the hallway. I could feel a million eyes on us, and all I could do was hope that none of them belonged to River.

Dante carried me into the laundry room without pausing to say hi to anyone. He was right. It wasn't far.

five

DANTE

After Ophelia was dressed in the prison's standard clothing—minus her bra, because she needed one that was built for winged immortals—we stepped out of the laundry room and joined the other prisoners in the dayroom.

Everyone else had gotten out of the cells when we left the solitary confinement room, so we all had a full day ahead of us.

Usually, the place was empty when the cells first opened. No one typically rushed to get up immediately. There was no point.

Today, it was packed with people who wanted to see Ophelia.

Chores hadn't started yet, and breakfast hadn't been cooked. I was on the laundry crew; it was the easiest to manage when I was starving, and every inmate had a cleaning duty of some kind.