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“I only need a drop.” I continued, running my fingertip down his slender back. “That’s all it will take. Two for one special.”
Fluffy flexed his claws and settled onto my shoulder. I was taking a considerable risk. My fucking hands shook whileholding the vial. I could easily slip, and it would be lights out for me. But I had to try.
I couldn’t have Gianna fucking everything to hell. She needed to get out of the fucking picture. She and her little bundle of terror needed to skip the bedtime story and go to fucking sleep.
Permanently.
I was annoyed that my ability to play with Gianna was stolen from me. I couldn’t chase or play with her at all. This pregnancy took her right out of my grasp.
You won’t escape me so easily, my Little Reaper.
I waited for Fluffy to settle, his body lowering and his big black eyes opened wide. The only indication he was asleep was the slow, steady calm.
A true predator would never take its eyes off the environment, and it always felt for the moment when its prey stepped into its trap.
Mara was nearly there.
My trap was set, and Gianna would lead Mara right into my arms, allowing me to play with her until I got bored enough to strike finally.
I tried to still my hand, moving slowly past Fluffy’s eyes. The vial was small. I knew I didn’t need much, but if I miscalculated the trajectory…I was dead. The thrill of this gamble set my blood on fire and made me hard as rock. I wished I had my Little Reaper to reward me for my bravery with that fucking mouth of hers.
“Don’t make me squish you, dude. That would be…sad.”
I knew Fluffy was watching me. His body was calm and still, but I watched this feigned approach for so many years. I tilted the vial’s white rubber cap toward him, my hand hovering over the top of his back.
Sweat dripped down my forehead and stung my eyes, and I continued blindly, a mirror across from me the only view I hadto see the dangerous path I set. With a jolt, he struck, his tail extending outward and nailing straight into the rubber top.
I swallowed loudly.
“‘Atta boy, Fluffy. Just a little bit.”
The unmistakable green of the poison dripped into the vial, and I wondered for a minute if the glass vial would erode, leaving me dead after all my hard work. It sloshed on the bottom and stayed there. I sighed, waiting for the last drips to fall.
Fluffy retracted his tail, and the huge scythe sheathed into a curl on his back. I could kiss my friend for this gift. It was a dangerous game of Russian roulette, and I won.
The green-tinted poison glittered in the vial, and Fluffy settled back down into sleep. I pet his back and praised him some more before returning him to his den. My king deserved his reward. Today’s menu was the juicy rival of another scorpion. I knew Fluffy would be superior.
I wanted to watch him conquer, but I had a limited amount of time before Mara finished her rounds and went back to see her darling sister.
I applied my makeup to the bottom half of my face. A medical mask would easily cover it.
I disabled the connection to Gianna’s assessment room. She was sleeping, and I doubted anyone would bother her. Mara had her hands full with a disgruntled patient, and I was going to take every second of distraction I could. All of the nurses were caught up handling the squawking patient, blocking the looners with their arms like a game of Red Rover.
The useless guards were all barking orders that fell on deaf ears, and Mara was the only one to approach the dude. She got chucked across the room.
I made note of the asshole’s room number before finishing my facepaint, dressing in scrubs, and securing the stolen badge that would allow me access to the Wellard facility. I checked onFluffy one last time before heading out. It looked like he had won the fight and was enjoying the prize.
On the ride to the facility, I texted Gianna. She ignored me, and I wondered if Mara had told her not to talk to me.
What was with the Abara bitches ignoring me?
They clearly wanted their punishments.
And lucky for them, I am all too eager to supply.
No one at the facility batted an eye. A nurse, wearing a medical mask, walking around the asylum through its intricate tunnels of cages and hallways, was an everyday occurrence. The security offers did indeed have the taser poles Mara mentioned, but none of the stoic morons bothered me.
Instead, I was free to run around wherever the fuck I wanted to go. Mara was still battling the raging beast in chains along with five other nurses and two guards. I decided against watching the show and headed to Gigi instead.
