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“Gods, snuggles and ice cream sounds delicious,” I confess.

“Easily done,” he says with ease, walking over to pull an ice cream sandwich from the fridge.

“The tests show our girl needs an alternative form of birth control, so I’m going to mix something up,” Sidney explains, settling his head on my shoulder.

Shivering, I sigh as his arms wrap around my waist from behind.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “Relax, stay a bit, we’ll get you sorted before you have dinner with the Warden. It’s very fast acting, and it’ll begin working immediately.”

I wrinkle my nose, causing him to chuckle. “You’re hiding from him, aren’t you? Pet, that man is going to spank you.”

Remembering how it felt when I was punished weeks ago, my body explodes into goosebumps.

“Interesting… your ass will be sore tomorrow, Pet, and I have no doubt you’ll earn every swat. Maybe one day he’ll let me watch before he fills you with his big cock,” Sidney chuckles.

Whimpering at the thought, my toes curl. There’s a thickness pressed against my ass, causing me to bite my lip. “I wonder if he’s fucked you yet. Don’t answer, the pressing of your thighs makes me even more curious.”

Kissing up my throat, he leaves as I sag against the wall with a sigh.

“Come on then, Baby. Eat your ice cream and tell me about your day,” Ayden cajoles.

“It was pretty boring.” I shrug. “I spent most of it in my room because it was the last day of my period, and class wasn’t happening today. I napped, and then went to see Patricia about my test results.”

“Why are you so pale?” Ayden asks as he pulls me onto the couch next to him.

Did I eat today?

Taking a bite of my ice cream, my stomach growls.

“Patricia didn’t have great news for me, and I was so nervous that I may have skipped lunch,” I confess.

“You can’t forget to eat,” he complains. “I want to grab onto your hips when I fuck you, and know your ass is gonna bounce for me.”

Swallowing my ice cream so I don’t choke on it, I gape at him. “Ayden,” I gasp, squeezing my thighs together at the ache that is beginning. Sidney and Ayden together reminds me of how empty my pussy has been.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Ayden chuckles. “Eat your dessert, you need to keep up your energy. I miss your face in class, and I’m happy you’ll be back tomorrow.”

“I will be,” I confirm, finishing my ice cream. “It’s nice to feel better again. My uterus was an angry bitch.”

Snickering, he opens his arms so I’ll crawl into them. Scraping his fingers along my scalp, I moan softly. “If you could change anything about your life, what would it be?”

I make a pained sound, because I was just thinking about this. “I would ensure that my mother and step-father never married,” I tell him. “My life would be very different if that hadn’t happened. I’d still be afraid of small spaces, though.”

Isaac is right to be concerned about the truth bombs. Ayden grunts in frustration because he can’t ask about what I said. Sometimes, I really am a brat.

“Why are the three of you so good with plants, potions, and medicine?” I ask.

Snorting, he thinks. “My sister and I were placed with Sidney’s aunt when we were babies. She works with the government to give displaced children homes. There wasn’t anyone to take us, so she agreed to it. Tia Sanderson was very strict, but believed in being as self-sufficient as possible. That woman had a full garden, chickens, and a cow for milk. She taught us everything we know,” he explains.

I wonder how much he’s polished over, or that he didn’t mention, but I don’t want to pry. This game can be very dangerous, and it makes me want to know more. I’m becoming obsessed with the tidbits Ayden offers me.

Humming, I process what he said. It makes sense that they continue to use their knowledge as they teach. I want to ask him why the three of them are here, but I hold onto my question. It’s not my turn yet.

Ayden’s hands drift down my body as he continues to massage me. “Why do you hide your eyes from the world?” he asks.

“The world has a tendency to kick me in the teeth, and my eyes tell the truth of how I feel about any given thing. It’s not safe to broadcast your secrets when you are but a pawn,” I whisper. This is the most honest that I’ve ever been with anyone.

A light knock makes me glance up, and in comes Sidney with a pot of tea and a cup.