I read the headline.All Grown Up! The son of the Water chief is imprisoned, but he’s legal… and single!
Shit. The reporters hadn’t been able to get an interview with me, so they’d gone after the next best thing. I opened up the magazine and scanned through the pages until I found the main article, and oh my ancestors, it got even worse. Within the magazine were so many photos of Ez, in a variety of very promiscuous positions. He looked like a freaking underwear model.
I looked closely at the background and could tell that the photoshoot had been set up somewhere within the walls of the prison. The reporters had come here to take pictures and do an interview. What in thehellhad possessed him to do this?
I turned the page and almost vomited at a full-page spread of Ezekiel lying on a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. The boxers were gone this time. Everything was covered, since he was lying front-down, but the sight of his bare ass was definitely something I never wanted to observe in my lifetime.
I began reading the article, hoping to the ancestors Ezekiel hadn’t told the magazine anything of importance to print.
TT: We’re sitting down with Ezekiel Mitoh, the eldest son of Chief Mitoh and current inmate at the Darke Institute for Supernatural Offenders. And let me tell you, readers, when we asked to do an interview with Ezekiel— Ez, as his family calls him— he didn’t hesitate to hold back the details!
EM: I don’t mind being vulnerable with people. I’m an open book, really.
TT: Both you and your sister are in prison. Were there more problems in the Mitoh household than the tribe was aware of? You always seemed like such a perfect family.
EM: No. My parents were pretty cool. I had a happy childhood. It was great growing up.
TT: Then I do have to ask; you’re in the Institute for an attempted murder charge, but sitting across from you, I must say you don’t seem like the type.
EM: All of us have a dark side. It only takes the wrong thing to make it come out.
TT: Are you admitting you have no remorse for your crime?
EM: Not in the slightest. We all want to protect the people we love. That’s all I’ll say about what I did.
TT: Well, I think our readers will agree that from your photos, you should receive Toaqua Today’s annual Rear of the Year award!
EM: Thanks, I guess?
TT: So, we’re all dying to ask, is there a special lady in your life? Perhaps someone who has caught your eye?
EM: Uh, not really. I haven’t noticed anyone. But I’m open for anything.
I rolled my eyes, then scanned the rest of the article. I found that the rest of the questions were just asking about stuff Ez liked, or trying to poke into his sex life. Gross.
I smacked the magazine into Chancey’s chest. “I’m off to kill Ez. Any idea where he might be?”
“Probably getting his dick sucked by some horny girl,” Ivy cracked.
I flipped Ivy off, then hurried down the hall. I didn’t think Ez had a class right now, so he had to besomewhereroaming the grounds.
I stopped into the Arts & Crafts room, where I saw Opal washing dishes. She was cleaning up after she’d burnt a batch of cookies. She washed the dishes with force, jaw clenched, and broke one while polishing off a bit of peanut butter.
Kallie was with her, chewing on a couple of cookies that hadn’t been burnt. They must’ve been making them together. The fae eyed me with a knowing, gloaty glance, which was vastly annoying.
I took a breath. “Opal, have you seen—?”
“No,” she said shortly, throwing the broken dish onto the counter, where it cracked.
Okay… someone was in a mood. “I’d really like to talk to him.”
“You’re going to have to fight through a horde of sirens to get to him,” Opal seethed. “Now that he’sfamousand all.”
“You should be happy for Ez. He looks really great,” Kallie said.
“He lookedfinebefore,” Opal hissed under her breath.
“I think I saw him down at the mermaid pool,” Kallie said. “He went for a swim after lunch.”
