darkened, glowing dark blue. "Everything about this is ridiculous and no one wants to touch it because it's like opening a can of worms. Once it's open, whatever comes out is yours to deal with and all those who want those worms to stay in their designated place will come out of the woodwork to get rid of you."
"So, we're stuck," I concluded. "I literally can't say who put me here, and it's not like we can trust Doc to the fullest and waltz over to his medical office and say who it is either. He's helpful, but from all the conversations I've heard, he's all about protecting himself. Plus, I think I screwed up my chances at extra privileges after the thing with the gorilla."
"Did you have a tantrum? That's why?" Otis questioned.
"No," I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "She started it. Sure, I was angry, but I didn't lose my shit to the point of no return."
"So, a mini tantrum?" Adonis inquired.
"No tantrum." I pouted my lips.
"But she's dead?" Dominick had a smirk on his lips.
"I was defending myself." I was getting annoyed.
"A tiny defensive tantrum?"
I was glaring now, and the four of them moved so quickly to the bars, it made me smirk.
"Oh no. She's plotting murder now."
"Princess," Adonis began and Otis carried on, "You really shouldn't kill us."
"Especially since you love us," Tristana reasoned.
"You're lucky I do," I muttered, but gave up on being upset. My head already felt heavy with all the new information and the results all led to the same conclusion: I was stuck here.
"Does that mean I only get to see Tristana?" I inquired, looking in the direction of the others.
"I can't stay for long," Tristana reminded. "A week at most, and that also includes me snooping."
"The three of us will be around for a week." Otis delivered the news. "We're acting as trainees and are supposed to be sent to different prisons after."
"How's that supposed to work?"
"Well." Adonis smirked and placed his hands casually behind his head. "Remember we were supposed to go on that six-month mission?"
"Oh yeah!" I sarcastically stated. "How could I have possibility forgotten?"
Adonis's smirk morphed to a full-blown smile. "Due to your disappearance, plans changed."
"That doesn't include the old hag." Dominick sounded relieved.
They don't know she's the one who put me here. I can't say anything without risking death or some other unknown punishment. Ugh! I have to play this smart.
"What do you mean?" I innocently asked, hoping I wouldn't give away anything.
"Ms. Widow wanted us to go to Dubai for our supernatural council training. Just like how they have the best prisons, the strongest council leaders are normally there unless they need to deal with political situations like these kidnappings. Since they're spread out among various states and countries aiding different leaders on the situation, they want a younger council to be formed and trained ASAP. All four of us qualify, and our jobs will grant us leave once they announce we've been chosen, which will only accelerate our popularity and status, but we're missing a person," Otis explained.
"Missing a person?"
"Councils are usually five. Also, as of last year, it's mandatory that one member has to be female," Dominick elaborated.
That news wasn't going to settle well with me.
I raised my hand. "I volunteer!"
"Princess, this ain't the Hunger Games." Tristana was giving me a sparkling smile. "Though, we'd be more than happy to have you if it was solely our choice."
"Meaning that's a no, huh?" This reunion was really beginning to suck balls.
"If you were supernatural, there would be no question. However, to them you're not and are technically missing," Adonis acknowledged.
"What if we find out how to get me out of here? Can't I try then? We may not know for sure what I am, but I don't think I'm completely mortal."
"Only if we can bail you out in two months." Otis sighed. "Also, in order for you to be on the council, you'd have to have a second form."
"Second form?" This whole thing was like a secret initiation.
"Some supernatural races can obtain a second form. What that means is a change of appearance. Think of it like shapeshifting, but you're turning into your more godly self."
"So...like Edward walking into the sun and beginning to sparkle."
The four of them grinned at the example, and Otis shook his head. "I swear to god, that movie is a plague to my kind."
"Still funny as fuck." Adonis chuckled. "People actually think you guys sparkle and don't