I'm going to have to go kill someone to make up for my disappointment over him not dying."
I rolled my eyes but dropped the subject of Officer Stronzo. "I guess someone has to feed the Belorian though. What does it eat when it can't get its teeth into Fae anyway? And does it poop? I mean, it has to poop so who's cleaning that poop? Is there an automatic poop chute that cleans it all out when the thing is running loose around the prison at night?"
"Maybe they just leave food out for it in Mess Hall and it goes up there and sits at a table all proper like? And then it goes and takes a shit on the toilet when it’s done," Sin suggested and he sounded so serious that I wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
As we drew closer to the Belorian's cage, that same sense of fear and dread I'd gotten from being close to it before began to seep into my limbs and I slowed my pace.
A shriek of rage echoed down the hall as it sensed us too and I gasped as I fell still, making Sin halt as well.
"Maybe we can just back up a bit?" I suggested. "Not to sound like a pussy or anything, but that thing almost ate me the last time I got this close to it and I would rather not rush into a reunion with it."
"I've got this, kitten, don't worry about it," Sin said confidently, releasing his hold on me and pulling a lemon from his pocket.
"You gave me one of those the night you let it out," I accused, wondering if he really was as insane as everyone claimed and was about to set the fucking thing loose again.
"Of course I did, wild girl, I wasn't going to just let it out without giving you something to defend yourself with."
"So you gave me sour fruit?" I asked, glancing back over my shoulder towards the exit and trying to decide if I should just make a run for it before he did anything crazy.
"Well, yeah," he said, moving right up to the door before ripping into the lemon with his teeth.
I watched in confusion as he spat a lump of the skin from his mouth before squeezing the lemon in his fist so that juice squirted all over the door to the Belorian's cage. The creature inside shrieked in what I could have sworn was pain and the sound of its rattling claws thumping across the floor moved away from us until the foul feeling that accompanied its presence was gone too.
"Did you just...scare it off with a lemon?" I asked.
"Yeah. Why did you think I gave you the lemon before I set it free?" Sin asked, looking around at me like I was the one who was a few pennies short of an aura here.
"I had no fucking idea. You didn't mention your reasons," I spluttered as I tried to figure out whether or not I should be mad that he hadn't made that clearer or pleased that he'd at least given me something to protect myself with before setting a monster loose in the halls.
"It just seemed so obvious." Sin shrugged. It absolutely wasn't obvious though, just like it had not been obvious to me that he really did intend to set the Belorian free after I'd specifically told him not to. "Now close your eyes for a minute, sugar tits, and give me a second to set this up."
"Close my eyes?" I asked, spotting a box which was sitting beside the door to the Belorian's cage just before Sin placed a hand over my eyes.
"Please, sex pot?" he purred and I couldn't help the stupid smirk that took over my lips as I obediently closed my eyes.
"This had better be worth it," I warned him and he chuckled as he set about pulling things from his box of mysteries.
"Erm, shit, I think they died," he muttered.
"What died?"
"Well... I might have taken a few old honey jars up to the Order Yard and caught myself a bunch of Faeflies so that I could make it all cute and girly down here for you."
"Seriously?" I asked, cracking my eyes open to see if he was bullshitting me or not and finding him lining up a bunch of the little jars we were given at breakfast on the ground, each of them holding a small, dead looking bug. "Wow, this is so...romantic," I said,