“Tu quieres mi boca?” I purr, and he hums, showing me a small, defiant nod. “Mmm… you want my mouth between your legs, mi cariño.”
“Si… por favor,” he breathes, shuddering when my lips ghost over the shape of him.
“God, I’ve missed you, little bird,” I trill to him.
It takes all of my strength to stop. But I must.
Overpowering him, I get him on his back, pinning his wrists at his sides. He gazes up at me, hazy green lust framing the self-loathing. I wish it wasn’t so blindingly sexy.
I wish I didn’tlovethe way he hates himself right now.
Taking my knife from him, I hold it up to his throat. His dark lashes flutter as he licks his quivering lips.
“I’m not letting you fly away this time…”
Stalking to the cell, my black heart is racing, bleeding out every drop of evil it’s pumping. Limbs shivering, pulse and ragged breaths drowning out every bit of deafening silence around me as I grab the bars of the door…
A door which is wide open.
His cage, now empty.
“Fuck fuckFUCK!” I roar so loudly the foundation rumbles beneath my feet.
He’s gone.
Storming inside the cage, I pace, seething and venomous like a feral beast.
My pajarito…is gone.
Then…
Crazy that, for everything to change, all it took was a choice. One decision made, and like a domino effect, it all came crumbling down.
Just one stone thrown, and here we are,vastlyrippling.
Dash escaped. He’s gone now, and Velle and The Ivory’s already strained relationship has come to a head, all over aset of keys.
The Ivory instituted an immediate lockdown for the entire island, ending the parties indefinitely, as well as any importing of goods used to trade for sex with the prisoners. Inmates were forced to give up their things, and weguestswere informed that our services were no longer required.
Fortunately, I’d already begun experimenting with stowing away on the ferries. The last two times I was supposed to go home, I justdidn’t. I stayed on the ferry when everyone else disembarked, turned around and came right back. The weather’s been nice enough that I can sleep in the woods under the stars, or in the garden, if I can’t sneak into the staff house.
Basically, I’ve gotten so good at hiding on this island that I no longer require their permission to be here. I have woven myself into the fabric of this beautiful, wretched,mesmerizingplace.
It’s a good thing, too, because my opportunity for revenge is on the horizon.I can feel it.
Sometimes I stop to think about Dash… If what happened between us that night in his cell had anything to do with his episode in the caf, which ultimately led to him being in the East and available to be set free by The Carver?
Abutterfly effectsort of thing.
I know our having sex didn’tdirectlylead to him freaking out. It was weeks later, and Dash used to freak out all the time before that. Still… it’s like stepping stones. One leads to another, then another…
What’s he doing right now? Did he make it to his final destination? And did he somehow track down hisofficer?
Curious or not, I can’t worry about it. I’m more concerned with how close I am to The Ivory… So close I can smell him.Literally.
Ugh why does he always smell so good??
Whatever, who cares about that? Focus.
