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Sitting gingerly on my legs, she shakes her head. “I got them wet, because I’m not used to it yet. Patricia said to come see her tomorrow for more.” She sighs.

Pulling her completely onto my lap, she squeaks. I’m wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, because I’m done for the day outside of emergencies.

“I want snuggles,” I inform her, and she gives me a surprised smile. Careful of her wrists, she relaxes slowly as I rub her back. “I’m not sure what you’re going to find tomorrow, so please be careful. Your instructors are known to be very unpredictable.”

Nodding, her eyes start to droop. “I promise,” she says drowsily.

I glance over at Isaac and he nods. I don’t want to let go of her, so I slouch down, so she has a better place to lay. “Be sure you drink plenty of water, and don’t miss any meals,” I continue, ignoring as Isaac’s shoulders shake. “If you need something, please come find us.”

Silla takes a shuddering breath of exhaustion, and mutters words I never expected. “Yes, Daddy.”

Isaac howls with laughter, and I decide I really like how that sounds as my dick starts to get hard. Silla shifts in my arms, finding a more comfortable position as she drifts off.

“She’s going to drive you crazy in the best ways,” Isaac snickers.

“Gods, don’t I know it,” I admit, kissing her forehead as I watch her long eyelashes flutter. Deep possession and the hope that I can keep her safe fill me as I keep vigil before letting Isaac take her to bed.

“Stay on the couch,” Isaac offers. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I always leave early enough that no one notices.

Nodding, I take off my shoes, getting comfortable on the sofa. Thankfully, the cushions are deep and firm enough to cradle my body. My eyes are closed before the light even clicks off.

AYDEN

My sister is in a fucking foul mood, and I don’t have the faintest clue why. Blowing out a breath, I turn to look at her as she slams down a stapler in annoyance. Andrya isn’t even using it, she’s just banging things around in our office.

“For the love of the Gods, Sister, what has crawled up your ass and died?” I snarl. The problem with being fraternal twins, is that I feed off her emotions when she’s in a bad mood.

“Nothing, I’m pissed that we’ve already lost three recruits. Why did we have to get the stupid ones?” my sister asks. Andrya acts as if she doesn’t care when we have to cull our class, but some of them hit harder than others.

We shouldn’t have lost three recruits the first damn day to a beginning poisons class. There wasn’t a thing we could do to help them, either, because it worked so quickly.

“I agree, but why waste time on those that couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the instructions?” I ask.

Andrya nods, blowing out a breath. “The inspection is soon, and we need our little whores to be ready. They need to be refined, deadly, and be able to fuck with purpose. Some of the recruits need to be toughened up. I refuse to sit through a dressing down by the Queen’s staff,” she mutters.

I wait as she continues her tirade, sure she has a few people on her shit list. The pretty girl Andrya conned into thinking she was her roommate may be one of them. I’ve never seen such pretty raven hair. I want to wrap it around my fist while I fuck her.

“For example, Ilric is pretty to look at, but is he able to move faster than molasses? Lori always looks as if she’s three seconds from bursting into tears, and the only time I want to see her crying is when she’s choking on cock,” Andrya rants. My lips twist into a smile, even as I attempt to look supportive. My sister is two seconds away from becoming rabid.

“We have been trying to decide on the first practical class for today. Do we want it to be sexual, pain tolerance, or breaking them down? If they fall into the hands of the enemy, we could teach them all to just crack a cyanide tablet between their teeth, but that’s such a waste,” I mutter.

Andrya nods, biting her lip. “Send out feelers into the FRC community. Find out what our recruits are afraid of. Talk to the other instructors about a practical application for their intelligence recruits, and turn them loose,” she says. My sister is extra devious when she’s frustrated and annoyed. “Tell Sidney he’s giving a presentation on how to give a blow job. He can either choose someone from class to give him one, or he can be the giver we know he is.”

Smirking, I nod. Class is going to be interesting today. I love when the men in our group realize what it means to truly be the Queen’s Whores. Their asses and mouths will learn to enjoy the attention of men, because some of their assignments will prefer them.

We don’t make the rules, we simply enforce them. Usually, they also realize they’re not as heterosexual as they thought as well.

Standing, I leave my sister to stew, so that I can find the right people to plant instructions into their ears. I spend the next few hours talking to recruits and instructors, sweetening the deal by offering favors for information. You really can’t trust anyone here.

“Zachary,” I call with a small smile, walking up to him. “I need you to work your magic for me.”

I find him idling in a hallway before one of his classes, and his fellow classmates give us some space.

“Yeah? You know any of my official information will cost you,” he says goodnaturedly.

“Always. The question is do you want me on my knees or in your ass,” I tease him as he flushes.

Zachary is very in the closet here, though he doesn’t need to be. While we haven’t hooked up, I do enjoy teasing this gorgeous man. Red looks good on him.