I Regret Nothing - JB Trepagnier Page 0,63
her style. Too many risks.”
“Are they going to feed us or turn the lights out?”
Every single fox in my cellblock started laughing, and foxes tended to sound weird when they did that.
“It depends on who it was and how it was done. If they were smart and make it look like an accident, that’s how they will rule it. If they stuck a shank in them, we aren’t getting out of here until they’ve pinned it on someone, which means finding a weapon. Usually, any weapon. They will bring us shitty sandwiches and an apple, keep us locked in, never turn off the lights, and keep tossing our cells until they find something so they can pin this on someone.
“They don’t get super deep into prison politics. They round up everyone stupid enough not to hide their weapons well enough and bring them down to solitary. They interrogate them until they start mixing up their stories because they are going crazy in isolation. Eventually, they pin it on someone, and they never come out of solitary. If they found you with a weapon, they’ll let you back in gen pop once they’ve decided you’ve suffered enough, and they got extra time added to your sentence,” Whisper said.
They bolted my bed to the wall, but I had just managed to get my thin mattress back on it. I tossed my pillow on the bed and flopped on my back. I was bored, and a bored Kitsune was going to get into trouble. I couldn’t just lie there and talk with all this going on.
Who died, and who did it? This was like reading a book I had been waiting for ages for, finishing it in one night, and only having it end in this massive cliffhanger. Then the next book wasn’t out for an entire year. This was way worse than that. I didn’t even have other books to keep me occupied. I was going to go crazy in this tiny cell. I needed something to do.
I didn’t intend to be here long, but I wanted to be comfortable. And I needed a weapon. I wasn’t about to end up in solitary the next time someone died in here. I needed to find a hiding place. I’d barely started searching my cell when I heard a baton against metal.
“Out for count!” Faust yelled.
Why was Faust counting again? No one in here was missing. He didn’t just count us this time. He shoved everyone into their cells and frisked them. When he got to me, he pressed me up against the wall and ran his hands over my body. I should not be getting turned on by this.
“Heads up, Rei. Someone stabbed Astrid in the laundry room. It had to because of Venus. They will come for you next,” he hissed.
Oh, shit. The one person between every witch and me in here trying to kill me had just been murdered. I liked Astrid. It wasn’t that she kept her people in line and was vital to our plan to get out of here. I didn’t think she liked me, but I thought she was pretty cool.
“I’ll protect you, Rei,” Faust growled.
And I knew that. I knew Faust would take out every single witch in this prison if it meant keeping me safe. That protection didn’t extend to Dakarys and Rajack, and I needed them safe too. I was getting attached.
I was so fucked.
Remember the Museum of the Profane where the infamous ankle biting went down? It’s part of a new shared world. There will be a library, a museum, an academy, and a lot of werewolf porn. You can grab book 1 here.
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The Library of the Profane has everything your black heart desires. But we don’t just allow anyone to get a library card.
Need to summon a demon? Raise the dead? A clan of vampires bothering you? Do you like the really nasty werewolf erotica? The Library of the Profane has all of that, but not everyone can handle the contents (some people can’t handle their werewolf erotica). I’ve been a librarian here for five years and when I say I killed to get this job, I’m not being facetious.
You can’t check out our books. Some of the books are sentient and don’t like it. We have rooms to perform the spells in, or hell, we do have a copy machine (copies are extra). When a witch came in and said they needed to do a little necromancy, I didn’t question it. They wouldn’t have been given a library card if they were going to raise someone really bad. I helped with the necromancy because it’s just my job as a librarian.
Except it wasn’t a normal resurrection. It was the physical embodiment of Chaos, and when he woke up, he saw me first and now he’s attached. Chaos personified is a horrible library guest, and he won’t leave with the witch who raised him. He’s constantly getting into things he’s not supposed to, and he’s really into the werewolf erotica.
It’s not like I can let him out because the Library of the Profane is meant to contain Chaos. The rest of the world isn’t. He’s awful about keeping his identity secret too. A warlock, a Hellhound, and a Vampire know he’s here, and they are bugging me to let Chaos have a little fun.
I just want a normal day of summoning demons, cursing people, and telling people to be quiet in my library. This is too much.
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