What the fuck. If I was in centaur form, I’d put an arrow through his beady eyehole.
The second man laughs. “You do you, bro, but I ain't into the young shit. I’m a fan of a mature woman, or at least over fucking sixteen. Fuck, I’ve gotta get a transfer, this place is depressing.”
“You’re too uptight,” voice one says.
“Fuck you, Trevor. Just because my brain is not wired to be a fucking pervert, doesn’t make me uptight.”
“Yeah, whatever. I heard they’re bringing in a new one tomorrow, and she’s eleven. Might be more to your taste?”
“No thanks. What time’s the arrival? I hate all the paperwork.”
“Supposed to be at nine in the morning, I’ll be getting off then.”
The voices begin to fade as they move away, at the same time my brain is going a million miles an hour.
First, I want to kill those two, especially the one who talks about fucking kids. Fucking. Children. Oh Gods. My stomach rolls. Don’t puke. I’ve got to focus.
Secondly.
Wait, what was the second thing?
The kids.
This is it. Bingo, Yahtzee, etc. We’ve found the evil lair where they keep the kids.
Knowing Feniks will get his panties in a wad if I do more solo exploring, I decide to retreat. One thing at a time, Donovan. One thing at a time.
As soon as I set off, I immediately step onto a branch that snaps loudly.
Hmm, stealth has never been my middle name.
Nothing has ever been my middle name, actually. I guess our parents didn't want to waste time coming up with ones for me and Wes.
I pause, waiting with my foot on the broken stick, but it appears the guards didn’t hear me. Phew.
Move quietly.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, horsebrain.
I focus on my steps and only make relatively small noises all the way back to the cabin.
“Hey, honey, I’m home.”
The interior is one big room with a fireplace that is sadly without a fire.
Tee has her hands buried deep in the pockets of the black puffer I got her. Her sweet, cold, face is encircled by the furry hood. Love it. She comes over, stands on tiptoes and brushes the snow off my shoulders. “Anything?”
“Saw some bad guys,” I tell her casually.
Willow leaps up from where she’s digging in a cupboard and bangs her head on an open drawer. “Ow, freaking so much.”
“Got a bonk on the noggin, Bloomhower?”
“What did you see?” Feniks says, getting up from where he’s splitting logs with some kind of mini-ax. “Without any more foolishness.”
I scowl at that.
I know I’m not Mega-mind, but I don’t like being called stupid. Tee-Tee puts a hand on my arm. “Go ahead, Donovan.”
