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“So…” I stare at him waiting for him to fill in the blanks.
His face hardens and he scowls at me. “Night never laughs.”
I don’t believe that for a second.Nightlooks like a deranged killer –aren’t we all– who laughs as he devours his victims. I mean that in the literal, bitey sort of sense. He just seems the sort.
It shouldn’t thrill me, but it does. They all do, for different reasons. How is it possible to land in a place like this and be surrounded by such breathtakingly beautiful disasters?
I can’t work out if I’m blessed or cursed. But getting them eating out of the palm of my hand just became a much more appealing prospect.I love my life.
I frown and nod my head towards Hatchet. “He ever talk?”
“No,” Snow replies curtly.
“Can he?” I demand.
He shrugs. “Doctors seem to think so.”
“Well, when I get him to, you have permission to stare at me like I’m Jesus walking on water. Until then, keep your eyes to yourself or I’ll fucking remove them.”
I don’t believe for a second that my threat will scare these guys – hell, they’d probably enjoy it and see it as foreplay or something – but I’m deadly serious. I’m tired and tetchy, and that makes me more than a little stabby. Not to mention, being around such fine specimens of home-grown psychos is doing nothing to dampen down my libido. The only thing gettingdamparound here is my panties. And that also makes me mad because I don’twantto be attracted to psychopaths. I’m just wired that way, I guess.
“Jeez, you really rate yourself highly, don’t you?” Snow sneers.
“Absolutely. You have to back yourself first and foremost. No one else will. And yeah, some of my personalities are a ten, sure. But on a day to day basis, you’ll be dealing with little miss four. She’s bitter and savage.”
“Umm, Sugar, we don’t really joke about multiple personalities here. It’s in poor taste,” Honey tells me, flicking a concerned look at Ghost.
“God, chill out. It’s a joke, not a dick. You don’t have to take it so hard.” I shake my head. “Anyway, I might not be joking. I can barely open a can of coke without breaking a nail. No way do I have the skills needed to unalive all those people without a little extra help.” I finish with a wink.
They all stare at me, and I’d like to think it’s in amazement, so I give them a dazzling smile as I inform them, “I’m like a box of tricks, you never know what you’re going to get with me.”
Thankfully, they all fall back to their eating and I’m forgotten once more, able to eat in peace. Who knows when my next meal will be, so I load up. I always have in situations like this. If it’s available, and you don’t know when it will return, you make the most of it. I almost wish the damn jumpsuit had pockets so I could save some food for later. Never hurts to have a little stash squirrelled away for a rainy, hollow day.
Overhead, an alarm sounds and my pulse spikes. Everyone turns to stone and my palms turn slick. The doors the staff came through open, and eight members of staff come running towards us. I tense, wondering what’s happened, but they completely ignore us, rushing out through the door I walked through.
“Shit,” Snow hisses.
“What?” I ask, adrenaline flooding my system and sending me into fight or flight mode. I tense, knowing nothing good is about to happen.
“That’s the ‘man down’ alarm,” Ghost explains quietly. It’s hard to hear him over the blaring sound.
“Or woman,” I add, though I’m not sure they hear me over the wailing and my own pounding heart. “What does it mean?”
The alarm drops to a lower volume, but doesn’t stop.
“It means that someone’s hurt.”
“Rat?” I shake my head. “It didn’t go off before.”
“It only goes off when someone is seriously hurt. Like, when there’s a danger to life.”
“So I can’t get the blame for this then?” I ask hopefully. Despite my attitude with Director Satan, I don’t actually want to get off to a bad start here. Well, notthatbad anyway. A little violence comes as naturally to me as breathing.
“No. This has nothing to do with you, sugar,” Honeymonster says, not unkindly. I breathe an internal sigh of relief, but I’m careful to keep my expression closed off. I don’t want anyone thinking Icare.
“So what happens now? What do we do?” I look at the suddenly grim expressions around the table, moving from face to face and taking in how beautiful yet different they are. One thing’s the same though: they all look worried.
“Nothing,” Honey replies, his voice strained. Why does he look so worried? Should I be worried? I’m uneasy, sure, but I don’t feel as alarmed as they all look. “We’re automatically locked in here until the staff come back and the alarm gets reset. We don’t do anything.”
