gargoyle. “Is that all, Warden?”
“For now, yes.”
He stomped toward the door and paused at the threshold when I didn’t follow him.
“Logan, I need to talk to Luci—my grandfather.”
“That’s a good idea, Azara. Tell me how I can get in touch with him, and I’ll do whatever I can.”
I snagged my lower lip between my teeth. I’d hoped he would have an idea how to get in touch with the prince of hell. I’d never had to contact him directly—either Emi or Dad had always done that.
“Maybe Uncle Cillian can help.” My dad’s uncle was an angel. He’d been the head of all the angels of Celestia for a while, but now he was pretty much retired. Lucifer was his brother, and though they weren’t close, he could usually get a hold of him when necessary.
“I’ll try him then.”
“Thanks so much, Logan.”
“Is there anything else I can do for now?”
The lavender sigil on my upper arm caught my eye, and I waffled. I trusted Logan, I did, but he was still the warden. And I wasn’t supposed to have magic. Besides, maybe it really had been a freak thing. “Nope, nothing else.”
“Stay safe, Azara.”
I nodded and whirled toward my cranky escort. He opened the door wider, allowing me to pass, but somehow I still managed to brush my arm against his abdomen. Even through the crappy fabric of my jumpsuit, the tiny hairs on my arms stood on end. I jerked my arm back and darted into the hallway.
Why did my traitorous body react to him like that?
He trudged out behind me, and we walked the entire way back to our cell in silence.
Chapter Fifteen
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!”
I forced my lids open and rolled over to find a much-too-cheery pixie waving on the other side of my glass enclosure.
“Shut it, faery, or I’ll come down there and squeeze the happy out of your throat,” Talon growled, his head buried in his pillow. Hayden didn’t even stir.
“Come on,” Flix whispered and curled his index finger at me.
Pushing the woolen blanket off, I dragged my butt out of bed and shoved my feet into my prison-issued boots. The lights hadn’t even come on yet which meant it was before six in the morning.
Flix slid the cell door open as I approached. “Welcome to training day.”
I searched his empty hands and scowled. “I was rudely awoken with a rhyme about eggs and bacon, and I’m not seeing either of those things, Flix.”
He shrugged. “Sorry sweetheart, but the mess hall isn’t even open yet.”
“Liar,” I hissed.
My new trainer draped his arm around my shoulders and pivoted me toward the hallway, but we didn’t get far. An iron clamp fastened around my bicep and spun us both around back to my cell.
“Where the hell are you going?” Talon glared down at me, his dark hair sticking up in all directions and greatly diminishing his scariness factor.
I squirmed free of his grasp, compelling my eyes off his bare torso to meet his blazing eyes, and leaned into Flix. “Today’s my first day of training as tour guide, remember?”
He shook his head and released a frustrated sigh. “Fine. Give me a minute to get dressed.”
I couldn’t stand the thought of spending an extra hour under Talon’s scathing glares. Especially not in front of my new pixie friend. “I don’t need a bodyguard for this.” At least not one that hates me.
Flix’s eyes widened, his perfectly plucked brows nearly reaching his hot pink hairline.
“Was I the only one listening to the warden last night?” he huffed.
I threw him my best eyeroll, cementing my tough-guy attitude. “I’m sure he didn’t mean you had to be on my butt every second of the day.”
“I think that was exactly what he meant.”
I blew out a frustrated breath. “Listen, you obviously don’t want to trail me around all day any more than I want you as a babysitter. I’ll be perfectly fine with Flix, right?”
The pixie’s head bobbed up and down, and he tightened his hold around my shoulders. “I promise to return her in one piece before lights on.”
“Fine, whatever,” Talon mumbled. “But Flix, you better have her back before Delacroix and his goons are released from their cells. I’m going back to sleep, and I’ll have your head if I get woken up because some overly friendly inmates have had their way with her.”
“Of course, Talon.” Flix’s wings fluttered nervously.
“Drama queen,” I muttered under my breath as he marched back into our cell.
We barely got two steps down the hall