tad concerned that Omarion was able to enter and leave my cell without me even stirring in my sleep? Not sure, but I now owed him for actually getting me these fabric delicacies.
He'd grow on me.
Good thing he was gay, because I was actually intrigued by him, though I still sucked at telling men that I liked them.
Silly Cassandra.
I waited in line as the other prisoners began to make their way out of their cells. Most of the Level Ones were younger individuals, in their early twenties to late thirties.
All of us looked human, which surprised me for a supernatural prison. I expected them to be in their shifter forms, or at least in their half shifter forms.
The guys normally didn't stay in their half forms, though certain times in the month Tristan would test out different shifter forms for fun. He really enjoyed the whole wolf shifter life during the full moon. Apparently, it was like being high and drunk at the same time with the full moon energy. I had no idea how that worked, but it sounded interesting.
Adonis rarely showed his wings or tail, while Otis hid his sharp fangs unless he'd just fed for the day — or wanted to tease me.
As for Dominick, he was divinely perfect as he was, but the few instances he'd let his ears shift out for certain photoshoots or allowed his faery wings to show had made me forget to breathe.
I hope they're okay...
Someone nudged me, causing me to trip forward and bump into the person in front. It created a domino effect of stumbles, and I looked over to see a tall blonde chick with a gleaming smile.
"My badddddd." Her sweet, high-pitched tone gave me the creeps, as did her extremely long tongue that she purposely let out to emphasize her fake apology.
No picking fights, Cass.
"Whatever," I replied, looking at the prisoner in front of me. She was giving me a daunting glare.
"Sorry. She knocked into me," I sincerely apologized.
"Don't let it happen again, bitch!"
Alrighty then?
The others in line muttered insulting words, all of them clearly directed at me like I'd started the cascade of bumps. The tiny giggle behind me made my anger flare, but I kept it in check as I gazed back to see the blonde blink innocently at me.
The guard made his way down the line until he was standing in front of me.
"Prisoner 5115. You're heading to the introduction room with Prisoners 6451 and 6452," he barked in my face.
Why is my number much lower than the other two if we're all getting introductions?
I had slept through my first five days here, and this was technically the start of the eighth, but if those numbers were based on order, I was frightened by the number of kidnappings that were happening and leading us all to this underground prison.
I nodded my head and followed his lead, noticing that the blonde chick was following me. Why do I have a feeling I'm not going to like this chick?
It took us a full five minutes of walking through twisting tunnels and two metal corridors to reach this introduction room. It was a big white area that reminded me of a waiting room.
"Sit down and wait for the announcements," the guard announced.
Scanning the room, I moved to the front row and sat in the middle seat of the six-chair row. An older woman sat at the back, and to my utter annoyance, the blonde chick came and sat right next to me.
A room of, what, fifty chairs, and she decide to sit right next to me?
It could be my chance to make allies in this place, but the way this girl was giving me the creeps had me questioning my original plan.
She turned to give me a grin.
"I don't like you."
Well...there goes that idea.
"Good." I shrugged and tried to act cool. "Go sit somewhere else then."
"Stay away from my man."
Come again?
"Your man? Who’s that?"
"The new hunk of a guard. The dragon god."
"Dragon god?" I was trying to think of who she was referring to.
"Red hair, gold eyes, hunk of the gods guard who keeps visiting your cell."
"Oh..." It dawned to me that she was talking about Omarion. "Since when is he yours? He's also not new."
"How would you know that?" she snarled, her eyes narrowing to tiny slits.
Gotta watch what I say.
"When I was...recovering, I saw him." Another casual shrug had me mentally hoping I didn't make it a habit thanks to Omarion.
"Don't try to steal what's already