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“Hello?” she says breathlessly, and my cock inappropriately snaps to attention. Gods, I really want to know what Falcon was doing to her just now.

“There’s been a development,” Grayson says. “Do you think you can get Falcon to drive you home?”

“Yes,” Falcon’s deep voice says next to her. “Tell us when we get there? We shouldn’t have this discussion over the phone.”

“Absolutely. I’m really sorry this couldn’t wait.” Gray sighs.

“It’s fine, we were trying to convince ourselves to get moving,” he chuckles.

“You pinned me to the bed, and said we should really get moving,” Silla giggles. “We’re getting dressed now, we’ll be home soon.”

As she hangs up, I realize this little apartment has become a home of sorts because she’s here with us.

“She sounded like she was having fun,” Andrya says wistfully. “I hate that we had to interrupt that.”

“Me too.” Sidney sighs. “The auditors follow the queen blindly, what are the odds that we can poison them all at dinner too?”

Andrya shrugs as she thinks. “I’ll find out from the assistant chef if everyone eats at the same time. I don’t really know if they have homes to go to or if they’re on call at all times. Can’t we just fire them all and call it a day?”

“’Drya, the auditors are drones, you know that. They’re all really fucking creepy. I don’t know how they’re able to live with themselves. Even Mr. Todd, while a vile pervert, isn’t the worst of them,” I grunt. “He could be appeased by a sex show. I doubt some of the others would go for that.”

“Ew,” Andrya shudders. “That is a really gross visual. I don’t think I’ll be able to stomach breakfast without a shower after that.”

Dammit, I fucked up her streak. “’I’m sorry, ‘Drya. How can I help?”

Her eyes fill with tears, and I open my arms patiently. I’ll take this as progress because she’ll usually just leave the room. Stepping into my hug, she shudders. Her body feels as if it’s been electrified, and she’s shaking and jerking.

“I hate that Silla is doing everything she’s supposed to and Cinder is still fucking with her,” she says, her voice shaking. “I worry that the auditors are so brainwashed that we’ll have to be afraid to sleep for fear of being killed in our beds. What if this isn’t enough to keep her safe, Isaac?”

“Then we kill the auditors,” Sidney says. “I’ll see if the Underground will help us by flooding their homes with carbon monoxide while they sleep. They’ll all be dead, and we’ll be able to move on. No one will have to know.”

Nodding, I agree. “Can you make her something to help with the fight or flight hormones that are currently flooding Andrya’s system?”

“Sweetness, I have an herbal tea that’ll help with the anxiety. You’re safe, we are working through it. We’ll figure it out, okay?” Sidney says carefully as he finds the loose leaf tea he wants to use and fills up the kettle with water.

“Okay,” she whispers. “We’re so close, I just need to believe we’ll actually win this time.”

“We’ll believe with you,” I reassure her. “What do you need to do to get in touch with your contact?”

“He doesn’t live on the castle property, so I’ll go to his home early tomorrow to speak to him,” she says. “If we find that we need to enlist the Underground—”

“We’ll broach it with the dog,” Ayden grunts. I glance over at him and see the smile playing over his lips. It’s nice to see that Falcon is slowly growing on him. He may always be Dog Boy though.

The Fucked Up Trio have changed a lot, but they’re still really petty.

KENZO

Silla is anxious by the time we arrive at her home. I insist on parking around the corner and entering through the back door. There’s a courtyard back there, and it’s overgrown with moss. I can smell winter flowers growing, and it reminds me of how the season is upon us. It’s not currently snowing, but it is frigid.

Walking quickly because my mistress isn’t properly dressed for this weather, I escort her inside the apartment building. I still haven’t heard from Kal, and I wonder if this is something more than his typical pouting. I need to make sure I text him on my way home.

Grayson is standing at the door when we arrive upstairs, and I hold back a smile as I realize that he was probably listening for us to come inside. He is, after all, tracking her. He ushers us into the apartment, looking around suspiciously before he closes the door behind us.

The apartment smells amazing, and Silla’s stomach growls. “Did Falcon not feed you?” Gray asks, making me flush.

I fed her a chocolate brownie sundae and my cock, but I don’t think that counts.

“We burned a lot of calories,” I mutter.