target, then darted back toward him again, smacking a wet kiss on his lips before crawling out from under him and running away. Did he like the name? He didn’t even comment. Nah, he must have liked it. It’s the best name I’ve ever come up with. Ever.
Pudding lumbered past me, wielding a whole table as a weapon as the Pegasus herd sprinted away from him with frightened whinnies. It was always the quiet ones who were secretly psychotic. And the extra loud ones. I swung between those two camps. Loud, quiet, scary, cute. I was your average friendly murderer. And it sure made life interesting.
I rubbed my jaw where Roary had hit me then sought out my wild girl in the crowd. She was still fighting with Ethan, but they were wrestling like two pups now, not really going that hard at one another and I licked my lips as I tasted their lust for one another. There was only one other Fae in the room right now who was oozing lust and that was Plunger who was still dick-slapping anyone he could get close to. If I tried that shit, I’d take someone’s eye out. Wait…is that a turtle head tattooed on his piece?
Someone collided with me before I could figure it out and I spun around to find one of Gustard’s guys there. He was a huge Minotaur called Tim and he was fighting with a couple of Siren girls like a raging beast and groping one of them in the process. I grinned evilly then kicked out his knees so he crashed to the ground beneath me. I reached into my pocket, taking out the plastic fork I’d used to eat my dinner and dropped down, jamming it right into his eye. He screamed like a baby and I pounded his large gut while he tried to deal with the fork sticking out of his face with shaking fingers.
Nasty, nasty shit that. Eye forks were no laughing matter. Except to me. Because I was laughing my ass off.
E than pinned me beneath him with a growl which wasn’t even vaguely aggressive as he ground himself against me and I rolled my eyes at him before shoving him in the chest to knock him off of me. I mean, sure, all this rolling around with him was getting me all kinds of turned on too, but it wasn’t the time.
“We need to go,” I hissed and he growled again in frustration this time before letting me get to my feet and move away from him.
My lip was bleeding and I pushed my tongue against it as I leapt up onto a table to assess the carnage.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and howled to encourage my pack to keep going as the guards raced around, trying to catch people and using their shock batons in an attempt to force order.
A laugh burst from my lips as I spotted Sparkle and her gang of asshole Pegasuses huddled together in a corner, trying to defend their dinner table while looking like they didn't know if they should try and rush back into the fray or not.
For the first time since Gustard had found out about our plan and blackmailed his way into being included in it, I was actually pleased. With all four of the major players getting their gangs to riot, the entire prison had been thrust into chaos with hardly any work at all.
Sin's deep laughter drew my attention and I grinned at him as he leapt between the tables, shaking his ass at any guards who drew close enough to try and restrain him before leaping away again.
But despite the fact that this may well have been fun as all hell, we needed to get to our rendezvous point outside the fate room down on level eight. We had to see how fast the ten of us could make it down there without being followed and then figure out how long we had until the Belorian was set free. I couldn’t spot Roary anywhere, so I was guessing he’d already headed down there.
I howled again to rile my pack up then made a run for the door.
Between the food throwing, all out brawling and general anarchy taking part in the Mess Hall, most of the guards had their full attention occupied with trying to restrain as many of the inmates as possible, so once I made it to the corridor I was hoping the way