The same broken halo symbol etched on mine was stamped on hers.
She nervously took one last glance around the garden before looking at the door. “What is this building?”
“This is where you’ll enter your Fawn Quarters.”
I motioned for her to scan her card and go first when the door opened.
A steel staircase was the first thing you saw when walking in. Blair took a second to pull in a breath before following me down into the Fawn Quarters.
The space was large and had everything they needed, including a movie theater, gym, kitchen, library, and storage area.
“There are no other Fawns?” Blair asked me.
“One,” I told her. “But she never hangs out here. Her Son likes to keep her to himself.”
I didn’t know if Nico had even bothered showing his Fawn her quarters. Most of the time, he fucked her and then sent her on her way.
No other Son had selected a Fawn.
According to the Elders, we were in a Fawn shortage, and they were pissed about it. That was probably why they kept insisting our generation of Sons was out of control.
But I couldn’t blame the other Sons. Sometimes, having aFawn felt like owning a pet, and not everyone wanted that responsibility.
These days, it was easier to get a blow job or quick fuck from a random girl here at the university. We didn’t have to swear them to secrecy and didn’t have to protect them or answer their questions.
After passing three doors, I stopped us at the one with a broken halo. It was the same room I’d taken her to after her final phase of the Initiation, when we gave her electrolytes and let her sleep.
Also the room where I’d tasted her pussy for the first time.
“If you’re ever in trouble, you come down here. It’s the safest place you could ever go,” I said.
The tunnels served as a form of protection against enemies. They were also so deep into the earth that they had served as bunkers during the Cold War.
We walked into her room, but since she’d already been in there, there was no need for a tour here.
“Why does everything look so virginal?” she asked, making a show of doing a twirl to emphasize the point that everything here was white.
White bedding, white walls, white furniture.
I shrugged. “It’s been that way for as long as I’ve been here. In the library are old journals donated by past Fawns during their time down here. Feel free to browse through them. Maybe you’ll learn some stuff.”
Most of the time, when other Fawns were down here, we expected them to talk to the newer Fawns. But Blair didn’t have anyone to learn from other than the limited information Daphne had.
Good thing I hadn’t let Brooks strangle her all the times he wanted to.
Blair was quiet as I gave her the rest of the tour, and as I started to turn toward the stairs to leave, I stopped.
To get where I wanted to take Blair, we’d have to walk back through the graveyard, woods, and greenhouse. That sounded like a pain in the ass.
So I decided to break the rules because I might as well make it a damn habit.
“Come on.” I led her to that secret door no Fawn was supposed to know about.
I scanned my card, and we walked into the tunnels.
“Pick up the pace,” I called over my shoulder as we entered the restricted corridor and cut a right. “I feel like I’m saying that more than necessary.”
She nearly tripped over herself as she walked faster. “Sorry, I don’t have daddy long legs,” she grumbled.
