didn’t have to tilt my head back so far and popped my hands on my hips. “Or having VIP access to the place could make me safer.”
He shrugged and leaned back, the fire in his eyes waning. “Whatever, demon. It’s your funeral.”
I opened my mouth with a whole string of rebuttals on the tip of my tongue, but the click of the door lock sent my head spinning toward the glass entrance. “Logan!” Tears burned my eyes at the sight of our warden, and all the fear from the attack this morning flooded my insides.
“What the hell happened? I just ran into Flix in the hall, and he told me you were attacked.” His pale gray eyes darted from me to Talon, Hayden and back. “Are you all right?”
I blinked back the tears, refusing to let my roomies see my impending meltdown. “I’m okay now,” I blubbered.
“Thanks to this guy.” Hayden pointed over his shoulder at the broody dragon.
Talon shook his head and waved a dismissive hand.
It took all my self-control not to blab about the magical words that spilled from my lips while I was trapped in there. I didn’t care what Talon thought; I’d opened that door somehow. I just had no idea how I did it.
Logan drummed his fingers on his scruffy chin, and I could almost see the gears grinding in his head. “I need to speak to the three of you in my office, now.”
I eyed my uneaten dinner, and my stomach growled. So hungry.
Hayden unfolded his large frame and stood. “No can do, Warden. I’m meeting Actaeon in five for a special assignment.”
“Another one?” I quirked a brow. With everything that had happened, I’d forgotten to ask my roommates about where they’d been today. And how they’d gotten back in time to slay that monster and save my butt—not that I’d admit that part.
“The C.O.’s a slave driver.”
“Fine.” Logan shooed the angel toward the door. “You better get going then. Earlier, he mentioned something big was brewing.”
Hayden saluted our warden then shot me a playful wink. “See you later, pumpkin. Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone, huh?”
“Riiight.” I swiped another fry and shoved it in my mouth before turning to Logan. “How come these two get all these special assignments?” I mumbled around a mouthful of food.
Logan’s lips parted for a second before his jaw clenched tight. His eyebrows did a little dance and then his gaze finally returned to mine. “You’re not missing out on anything if that’s what you’re worried about, Azara. Shadowing Flix will be a much more suitable job for you.”
I knew he was trying to be kind, but I couldn’t help the pang of annoyance streaking through my insides. Like he didn’t think I could handle myself enough to play with the big boys?
Talon dipped his head toward the door, a scowl marring his handsome face. “You wanted to talk to us about something?”
“Yes, but not here.” Logan patted my shoulder and I got up, eyeing my barely touched dinner. Guess I’d have to eat it cold when I got back.
We trudged through the halls to Logan’s office in silence, passing through the half-empty cells in Block One. A few of the angel inmates shot us side-long glares as we passed, but most were in their beds preparing for lights out. It must have been nearly eight already.
When we finally reached the second floor, the tension boring into my shoulder blades simmered down a notch. This time, when I crossed the threshold into the warden’s office, a tingle of energy wafted over my skin.
“Just give me a sec.” Logan headed straight for his desk and fired up the old computer. I hovered by the chairs, my gaze intent on the towering bookshelf to my right as he scanned the screen. Maybe he’d let me borrow some books to keep me entertained.
Talon exhaled a breathy sigh as he sank into the leather couch opposite Logan’s desk. Stretching out his long body, he folded his hands into a cushion under his head. I’d barely noticed the cozy sitting area nestled in the corner by a massive stone fireplace last time I’d come.
“There’s no footage of the attack.” Logan glanced up from the screen and met my surprised expression.
“Cameras were off when it happened,” Talon muttered without looking up.
How did he know that?
Logan’s jaw nearly unhinged. “So it was definitely planned?”
“Looks that way, Warden.”
My gargoyle guardian muttered a curse through clenched teeth. “Azara, this isn’t good.”
“I figured that much.”