intended to bring the Dragon stronzo with us. "You made everyone swear an oath not to tell, didn't you?"
"Forget it," I snapped, flicking a disgusted look between Gustard and Christopher. I could hardly explain the whole blackmail situation I had going with Gustard right now and I didn’t owe him any answers anyway. That stronzo had refused to make a star bond, promising not to share our secret when we’d tried to get him to and clearly it was because he’d been planning this shit. "We have work to do."
"Oooooh yeah." Plunger started stripping out of his jumpsuit and I shuddered before I had to see him shift. If I never saw that wrinkly ball-bag looking shifted flesh of his ever again then it would still be too soon.
Everyone headed away to their assigned work places and I relaxed a little as Christopher and Gustard strolled away towards the front of the room to ‘keep watch’ and sit on their damn asses while we worked.
"Pudding, I need to make a call," I said in a low tone, moving towards him and hoping that he had what I needed on hand.
"I need more pudding pots, hound," he warned as he handed over a transmitter. He constructed them inside the old pots and as the other things he used to make them could easily be considered trash, he could just carry them around without the guards even noticing them. If he got stopped for a search, he just crushed the pot in his fist and it looked like trash. And no one ever questioned him for carrying pudding pots around because that was his whole thing. It was pretty genius really. "Can't keep making them without the magical chips. And the magical chips are in the pudding pots."
Now that he’d had to make transmitters for each member of the team as well as a few for me to keep Dante updated on our plans, we were struggling to keep up with the demand for chips, but I’d make it happen.
"Got it," I agreed, making a mental note to remind the pack about that and accepting the pudding pot which held the transmitter from him before catching Roary's eye and heading off into the stacks while everyone else got to work.
We wound our way through the shelves and I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to deal with this Gustard issue. He was already pushing me beyond my limits, but while he had that fucking memory crystal in the grip of his lawyer, there wasn't a whole lot I could do except lie back and take whatever the fuck he wanted to give me. But that just wasn't in my nature and I was getting seriously close to just killing the freak and hoping he was full of shit.
"Calm down, little pup," Roary said in a low voice, wrapping an arm around my waist which I immediately shrugged off before whirling on him.
"You know, when you call me that, I don't fucking like it," I snapped. "And I feel like you just do it to remind yourself that I'm younger than you, but I don't really care about your reasons. I'm twenty-four years old - the same age you were when you got locked up here. Tell me, did you think of yourself as a child then?"
"That doesn't really have anything to do with anything," Roary said, meeting my gaze with his golden eyes and refusing to flinch from my anger.
But I wasn't in the mood for his shit right now and maybe I was just looking for an outlet for my anger, but he needed to stop with this kid bullshit.
"Do you think I'm sweet and innocent, Roar? Are you worried you might corrupt me or something?"
"Rosa..." Roary frowned at me then growled beneath his breath like he didn’t want to have this conversation.
"Whatever," I huffed, turning my attention to the transmitter and connecting the dental floss to the chunk of blueberry gum like Pudding had shown me to get it to call out. "But I hope you realise I've fucked guys older than you before. Dirtier too. So don’t go thinking I’m some sweet little virgin or anything crazy like that."
The growl he released following that statement sent a shiver running down my spine and my heart pounded at the look in his eyes as I lifted my gaze back to his.
"Rosalie? Is that you?" Dante's voice came through the receiver and I lifted the pudding pot