his fingers, fluttering to the ground and I stooped down to pick it up.
“Turdpedo!” someone cried then a heavy splat sounded as something wet hit the wall above me.
Roary yanked me away with a disgusted noise and I stood up with the note in my fist, staring in horror at the honest to the stars shit splattered across the wall.
“Oh my, you just missed out on my most spectac-u-lar turd sandwich, boy,” Plunger’s voice reached me and I turned, finding the grey-haired creep pulling up his pants and I grimaced in disgust. He didn’t even wipe. “Must be your lucky day.” He turned and walked off and I frowned. Lucky? Maybe he was right. That was two bullets I’d dodged now. And I was pretty sure I would have rather taken the shard of wood to the eye than be hit with Plunger’s shit.
“What does the note say?” Roary asked like he hadn’t read it and as I skimmed my thumb over it, I felt a magic seal breaking on the surface that meant he was telling the truth.
Most of the guards had run to subdue Crank and help the wounded so no one was watching as I unfolded it and read the message.
You’re welcome. My vision showed that turd hitting you right in the mouth, Orio. Call me your fairy starmother today, because Jupiter is in your chart and you’re about to get real lucky. Follow my list below to the letter. Do NOT deviate from it.
Love, Noxy.
P.S. You have two seconds before a guard looks your way.
I glanced up, my heart beating wildly as I stuffed the note in my pocket just as Officer Lucius walked into view and gazed over at me and Roary with interest.
“What’s it say?” Roary whispered.
“It says you’re a nosy fucker,” I said with a smirk and he smirked back.
“Alright, keep your secrets, you shady asshole,” he laughed, pressing his tongue into his cheek.
The bell chimed, ending the session and I filed out of the compound with everyone else, avoiding the bloody patches on the ground as I went, the bodies already moved and the wounded long gone. I guessed working in Darkmore meant the guards were used to cleaning up a murder scene pretty fast and pretty fucking often too.
My heart beat harder as I made my way out of the yard and we were sent upstairs for dinner. I slipped my hand into my pocket as I kept to the centre of the crowd, reading through the to do list Gabriel had written out for me. Not that any of it made any fucking sense. But I trusted him implicitly, so I was going to make sure I did every damn one of these things, but fuck knew why. Maybe it was so I didn’t end up in a body bag at the end of the day. Comforting.
I reread the first item on the list.
Let the Wolves include you.
I headed into the Mess Hall and queued up among a group of Lunar Werewolves who were licking and grooming one another while I gave them a deadpan look as they got in my way, hands occasionally stroking me by ‘accident’ and some going for my star damned dick. Is this what you want Gabriel? For me to be dragged into a damn Werewolf orgy?
A hand suddenly groped my ass and I twisted around, finding Ethan Shadowbrook there. He barked a laugh, slinging an arm over my shoulders. I fought my instincts to shove him away and swallowed the growl in my throat as I heeded Gabriel’s words.
I swear to the stars, Noxy, if this ends with Ethan Shadowbrook taking me back to his lair and trying to have his way with me, I’ll kill you.
“Hey big boy, having fun with my pack?” He flashed his pearly white teeth at me as some of his Wolves brushed past me and started caressing him. He kissed them intermittently, seeming to forget I was there, but keeping an arm locked around my shoulders.
Don’t lose your shit.
I hated being tactile with anyone. Anyone except Darcy. Alright, and Darius. Apparently I only liked the D.
Ethan broke a kiss with a tall girl and turned to me again with a crooked smile. “This is fun, wanna make it more fun tonight in the library? Say, eight o’clock?” he offered and I bit my tongue on a fuck no, instead forcing myself to nod.
“Alright,” I grunted and Ethan’s eyebrows flew up.
“Really?” he asked and his pack started bounding around