Page 82 of Witches Be Damned

“She’s being stored with friends,” Raze said. “And that is all I can say right now until we lock down officials willing to punish them and not take bribes.”

I tapped my nose. “Gotcha! Can I tell the others?”

“Not in those walls,” Raze said.

“I’m so pleased you’re making progress.”

“Things are certainly looking promising.” My heart lightened at his words after a year and a half of hell. “Tomorrow we’re onto another lead.”

“This gives me hope.” Hope of reuniting with him sooner than Christmas. Of us seeing the back of this prison. To my men and me living life on our terms.

“Me too, Little One.” The resentful fire died at his buoyant words.”

Ben knocked on the window and gestured to his watch.

Crap. “Ten minutes left,” I warned my wolf. “How shall we spend it?”

“We didn’t split it fifty-fifty,” he said. “So I guess it’s sixty-forty.”

I grinned. “Dirty, it is!”

His deep laughter exploded the fire in my belly. “What are you wearing?”

Oh, Raze was the best at phone sex. “A sexy Cosplay outfit of the Venomous Viper. It’s a leather skirt, boots, and a bodice.”

My wolf let out a long hum. “No cape?”

“Pffft.” I got a bit sassy and schooled him on superhero know-how. “The villains grab capes and choke you or trip you.”

“Tell me more.” Damn. That rumble went right to my core. “Laces, buttons or a zipper on the bodice? I want to know how to undress you.”

Good questions. “Zipper. It’s faster for when the Venomous Viper gets a call-out to save some hapless victim.”

“I don’t like zippers,” Raze growled. “I tear them.” Not for this Guardian’s uniform he didn’t.

“Tear mine, and I’ll spank your ass.”

“I love it when you talk dirty, Little One.” And the rest of the conversation descended into pure smut.

CHAPTER 26 - ASTRA

“Get that look off your face,” Ben ordered, marching me back to Cell Ward A.

“What look?” I didn’t know up from down right now and floated on my post-phone sex cloud.

“The I’ve-just-been-fucked-real-good face.” The guard buffed his phone screen with a lens cleaner wipe like I’d violated it… alas the risks of loaning it to dirty old me. “Walk that into the cell block and the sentries will think you and I have a thing.”

Hell to the no. I didn’t need slimy sentries cornering me for sexual favors. Thankfully, Vartros got rid of all the sleazes. Married with two kids, Ben carried a beer belly and the dad-bod appeal of a middle-aged man. Some might call that “Daddy,” but I wasn’t going there. Ever. I was madly in love with my four gorgeous criminals.

“Sorry, Ben. Can’t help it.” I gave him a lazy smile.

I just got lucky—twice. Blame Raze for running overtime. The man operated on wolf time, not Guardian’s time, and when with him, impeccable old me went into slumber.

Ben dried his device with his shirt. “Help it at the gates.”

Fine. I dropped into a fake scowl for the rest of the way to my cell to save face. Then I’d do aGreatest Showmanmovie number behind the closed door.

I side-eyed Ben with said scowl because I was a Cosplay pro and versed in maintaining character. “Thank you for arranging that, by the way. You’re a good guy, no matter what my face says.”

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