“You know Succubi can’t procreate.” I rolled my eyes, walking to the front door and grabbing my keys. “I’ll be there in less than five minutes.”
“Coffee will be ready. Be quiet and use your key, Aymeric is in bed.”
I made sure no one paid any real attention to me. After all, due to recent events, I wasn’t sure which guards I could trust, and there was no time for me to fight off a random attack or arrest.
Using my spare key, I stepped inside the building, determined to convince them to follow my insane plan.
Marcus was chilling on the couch, the girls bickering next to him while watching something on their phone, both of them holding a dark, closed cup in their hands. Probably having dinner, and hiding the vibrant red color so as not to upset Marcus’ weak stomach next to them.
I grabbed the espresso waiting for me on the kitchen counter and let myself fall ungraciously on the smaller couch to the side.
All three of them lifted their eyes to look at me, noticing my clothes.
“Oh no…” Marcus gritted his teeth. “Are you going to sneak out again? Don’t you have enough sex at home?”
Savi slapped his arm as Francesca leaned forward, signing, “What’s going on? Is one of them causing you trouble?”
“Want us to kick Carter’s ass?” Savi added, a mischievous smile growing on her face.
“Are they trash talking about me again?”
“No,” I said to the girls before turning to Marcus. “And learn to sign, that way you’ll know they barely even acknowledge you.”
Marcus brought a hand to his heart in mock pain. “Ouch, way to crush a guy’s feelings.”
I rolled my eyes. “It has nothing to do with me going out for energy, or me having trouble with my mates,” I explained. “I’m done waiting for people to act and pull their head out of the sand.” They staredat me, waiting. “I want to go to that prison. And I know I’m dumb enough to consider it, but I’m not so stupid as to do it alone.”
The twins exchanged a look as Marcus simply gaped at me.
“Why not ask your mates?”
“Dimitri is still recovering and whatever happened there drained him,” I answered Marcus. “And Carter would blab to Dimitri if I asked him.”
Marcus let out another long exhale. “It’s dangerous, Lola. If DimitriandArc were caught and held there for so long, it has to be a fucking death trap. Not to mention Arc still hasn’t come back, and—”
“Exactly,” I interrupted him. “Arc is still there. As well as thousands of other trapped Immortals, perhaps even your lovers.” His face fell, and both girls looked at him with grim faces. “I can turn myself invisible. Control the potential guards emotions. Savi and Fran are some of the best night scouts and you’re highly ranked among the camp’s guards which probably means you can hold your own.”
“Probably?” He scoffed. “I’m one of the best here, thanks for the vote of confidence. And a lot of things aren’t working in your little plan.”
Savi gave me a concerned look. “That prison is over a day’s walk away. We can’t be out under the sun,” she signed.
“We can take one of the armored cars,” I suggested. “I saw them when Marcus used to force me to train in the military building. Don’t they have tinted, UV protecting windows?”
“What about the storm coming?” Marcus added. “There might be sand tornadoes and acid rain, you sure you want to be stuck there while it’s Hell outside?”
I frowned at him. “Didn’t you hear the part where I mentioned we’d be taking a car? Plus, it’s not like a little acid will melt our demon skin off.”
“A car leaves tracks,” he countered. “Which means your secret mission won’t remain secret for long.”
“Won’t the acid rain and potential tornadoes cover everything?”
He opened his mouth only to shut it, considering.
“Got you there, didn’t I?” I grinned.
Francesca chuckled before giving me a wide smile. “We’re in,” she signed, Savi acquiescing next to her. “We have missing friendstoo.”
Marcus cursed, falling back on the sofa. “They agreed, didn't they?” My smile only widened. “Great. Why not go the extra step and ask Carrie for a team?”
