Page 59 of Mask and the Magnolia

TWELVE

D-DAY

KORVIN

This is a bad idea.

Scratch that, this is the worst idea.

The worst fucking idea and there is a better than likely chance it is going to result in more prison time.

The asylum won’t cut it after we get busted, that’s for sure.

Yet, here I am, creeping through the goddamn woods between the main campus of medical buildings, and the off-site housing close to town.

Something I only know because Calix told me.

After I destroyed the storage closet this morning—Des did a little but mostly made sure I didn’t kill either of us—Calix came in to help us put it back together. I don’t know why he keeps doing all of this stuff for me, for either of us, but I’ve come to the understanding that it’s more for him and not actually for us.

He doesn’t seem to know how to navigate any kind of relationship and his fear of rejection is so fucking strong I can taste it. So, I let him do what he needs to do, and I reassure him the best I can while he does it because Calix doesn’t seem to understand that he’s mine now, either.

His story broke my heart, if I’m being honest, and he’s the first person I’ve ever met who makes me want to give him the pieces sohecan feel whole.

Sappy fucking shit.

That’s been me lately.

Sapping out over Calix, trying to figure out how to get closer to Isaak so I can satisfy that nagging. Attempting to get a handle on how I feel about Des, and I’m downright needy for Magnolia.

It’s stupid.

I’ve gone my entire life without giving one single shit about anyone but my sister, to the point of being diagnosed a sociopath, and they throw my ass into an asylum to try to reform me but instead I’m even more fucked up over what’s going on in my head.

Two omega scent matches, a beta I want to claim, and an alpha I am dying to fuck into submission.

Because they are all mine and it’s making me fucking crazy.

“You’re doing it again,” Des whispers as he gooses my ass for the fourth time. “You keep doing that, I’ll keep doing this.”

I stay low and keep moving through the woods but give him an annoyed huff. “Grab my ass again and I will make you sorry you talked me into this.”

Not that it took a lot of convincing.

After smelling another alpha on Maggie, I’ve been completely insane with jealousy, and his solution was to go out and make things right.

The thought alone took the edge off, then Calix came in to help and he had me sold the second he mentioned that he figured out how to get off of our ward through the rec hall.

All the way out.

Today was such a success that Isaak decided to see what would happen if they left our apartments unlocked overnight, so we were granted that freedom. Then we waited until everyonewas asleep, staff included, and Des snuck into my place, we waited again and once we were sure it was clear, we took off.

There’s an emergency exit at the end of the rec hall, just like there’s one at the end of ours, but since no one lives down there, it’s not active. Which means it’s always unlocked.

Pretty fucking stupid if you ask me, but it’s not like any of us are actively trying to escape, and I guess we’d never know something like that unless we were told.

Calix told us.

Apparently that emergency exit is connected to the wing where Isaak and some of the other staff live, that way they can get to us without all the bells and whistles if there’s an emergency and it leads straight down and to the back of Blackhurst Ridge because of it.