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Was this girl really capable of breaking me out of the most secure magical prison in the whole of Solaria? She probably weighed a hundred pounds and looked exactly like my last wet dream. But as much as a certain part of me wanted to get to know her better, that didn’t mean I could trust her. I twisted around , looking through the hatch and she stared in at me evenly. The red finger marks on her neck brought on an ounce of longing in me to lick them away. “What makes you good enough to get me out of here? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen monsters in smaller packages than you, though maybe not prettier ones. I’m guessing there’s an inferno of cunning living in those perky boobs of yours, so how about you let me in on it?” Her fist slammed through the hatch and connected with my nose. I stumbled backwards with a stream of curses pouring from my lips as pain flared up the bone. It wasn’t broken, but a punch like that said she knew how to break a nose. So I guess I’d gotten off lightly. “That’s what you get for throttling me,” she hissed and a manic laugh tumbled from my throat. Wild, that was what she was. But I was wilder. By name and by nature. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, swaggering back toward her as a crooked smile pulled up my lips. “Tell me you screw as rough as you fight,” I purred and her gaze darkened. Oh please stars, let it be true. She tip-toed up to stare straight through the hatch; if she had any fear of me she didn’t show it. Which made her an idiot or an equal and my bet was on the latter. “I’ve been hired to get you out of here. Any part of my plans that concern you, I’ll tell you about when I’m good and ready. It’s just a courtesy that I’m telling you about them at all right now. So you can either embrace the good fate the stars are delivering you or you can ignore it and I’ll still get you out of here and collect my pay.” “Hmmm,” the noise rumbled through my chest. “No, it’s more than money you’re looking for.” I could see something in her eyes that mirrored my own soul. A need to be seen. She didn’t just wanna do this for the money, she was doing it for the glory. And oh baby did I know the feeling. I’d killed like an artist, left walls painted red like Picasso, strung my victims up and cut off pieces of them like Van Gogh, drowned a man in a bathtub of coca cola – alright that last one was all me. But the point was, I liked to leave my mark, I wanted people talking about the greatest killer alive. Sin Wilder was a villain who reminded bad Fae to lock their windows and doors before they went to bed. And this pretty little thing wanted her name in flashing lights too. “Don’t presume to know what I’m looking for,” she said darkly. “I’ll reserve judgement then,” I replied thoughtfully, but I was pretty certain I had her pegged. “I’ve got something that can sweeten this for you. We don’t have to be enemies.” She reached down her orange jumpsuit and my brows lifted in hope as I wondered if I was going to get a boob flash in exchange for my time. She produced something from the stars-knew-where that was arguably better. And I didn’t say that lightly. A pudding. Sealed in a little white box with a plastic lid. “What kind of pudding is that?” I demanded in a low voice, suddenly as serious as a heart attack. “Does it matter?” she asked like it didn’t mean anything. But it meant everything. Eveeeeerything. “What. Flavour. Of. Pudding?” I ground out between my teeth, losing my mind. I lived on dry bread and no butter – not even a lick of it, not even a taste. That pudding was an orgasm in a pot. But only if it was chocolate. By the moon, let it be chocolate. “Chocolate,” she supplied and I lunged for it, jamming my whole arm through the hatch. She stepped out of reach and I retracted my arm with a noise like a kicked dog. “Tease,” I hissed. “I’ll give it to you after you tell me one thing,” she said lightly, waving the pot to taunt me. “What?” I snarled, wondering if I could Hulk down this door and go after that pudding. But in all honesty, if I got out there, the pudding was going to be second on the list of things I wanted to devour. “Why did you get put in isolation? I need a way to get you out of here.” I barked a laugh. “Good luck with that, kitten. I gutted a guy good to earn my place in here then some little snitch sold me out to the guards.” I turned and spat on the ground behind me, because if I ever found out who that snitch was, their innards were gonna become their outtards faster than a Vampire could take a leak. “Hmm.” She tapped the pot against her mouth and desire unfolded in me. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me right now? I was an Incubus and I needed the heat of her flesh on mine like I needed to breathe. It had been so long since I'd touched another Fae... “So none of the guards actually saw you do it? No CCTV?” she asked. “I’m not an idiot, kitten. I don’t kill on camera. I mean, I would if I didn’t get the jail time for it. I could have my own show actually-” “You’re getting distracted,” she cut me off and my grin widened. “Trust me, my attention is entirely undivided.” I let my gaze roam down her curves and by the time I got back to her face, she was rolling her eyes. Damn my useless body. If I had access to my Order gifts, she’d be falling at my feet by now. “So there was no other evidence that you did it apart from the snitch giving you up?” she asked. “Nothing. I hid the weapon like a pro. It’s probably still in my old cell inside the back leg of the bottom bunk. I hollowed it out with nothing but a coin and my own fingernails. By the way, who took my cell? Was it Randal? Screw Randall…” “Well I don’t know what cell you had,” she said with an amused smile. “Four hundred and six,” I said in a purr. “Cell block A. Top floor, obviously.” “So if I can just get the murder weapon and plant it on someone else…” She shrugged innocently but something told me this dandelion wasn’t innocent at all. It was the kind of dandelion which screwed thistles and partied hard with poison ivy. “Are you in that cell block?” I asked. “No.” She shrugged again and I released a gravelly laugh. “Good luck with that mission then, honey pie. You only get in other cell blocks if you transfer. And you only transfer if you appeal to the warden and the warden will only-” “You’ve got to think outside the box, Sin,” she cut me off again, shifting closer. “But I guess that must be hard for you when you’re locked in the box.” She tapped on the door and I cocked my head, my eyes falling to the pudding. “I gave you what you want. Now give me my reward.” I lunged for the pudding again and she gave it up willingly this time. I snatched it away, hugging it to my chest, going full Golem on it. Mine. A sexy smile took hold of Miss Answer-To-All-My-Dreams’ lips and I started to like her a whole lot more. Hell, there was one thing I needed more than this cheesecake. One thing I’d cut off a limb for. But my snatchy pudding hands hadn’t bought me much leverage. So I was just going to be a full-on jerk about it. I straightened, schooling my expression as I tucked the pudding into the pocket of my sweatpants and folded my arms, tensing them up real good. “I’ll agree to cooperate and make this whole thing much easier on you, but only if you give me one thing in return.” “What else? I just gave you a pudding!” She frowned and I tapped my mouth. “Kiss me, kitten. Set me free for a few seconds with those apple red lips of yours.” My throat thickened as her gaze fell to my mouth and I wished I could use my Incubus form more than anything right then. What did this pussy cat desire? I’d give her the brand of catnip she needed. But right here, with the gas suppressing my powers, I could only be one thing. Myself. And that wasn’t good enough. “Promise you’ll cooperate?” she arched a brow, slinking closer. Jupiter must have been in my chart today, because I was one lucky son of a gun. I nodded keenly, pressing my body flat to the door, my hands raised above my head and clawing at the freezing cold iron. I needed body heat and lust and passion. I was going to die if I didn’t get it soon. She leaned forward, her eyelashes casting a shadow across her cheeks, her gaze hooded, her breath fluttering over my mouth. She tasted like sugar and hope and her lips weren't even on mine yet. I bet she tasted sinful on the inside. And if she didn’t, I knew one good way to put sin in her. I groaned needily. I had to have this kiss. To be refused her lips now would be my damnation. I couldn’t think of one thing in that moment I desired more than just my tongue against hers, my stubble grazing her skin raw, the heat of her flesh on mine. “Twelve!” Officer Cain’s voice split the air apart and she was yanked away from me by the hair with a yelp. “No!” I cried, throwing my arm through the hatch as I tried to reach for her. Cain’s baton smashed down across my forearm and I yanked it back with a roar of rage. His snarling face came into view as he reached for the hatch door and I lost sight of her. “Wait!” I dove forward just as the hatch snapped shut. I slammed my palm on the door again and again, pure fury coursing through my body and seizing me in its grasp. “GIVE HER BACK!” This is an RH set in the world of Solaria after the events of Zodiac Academy and Dark Fae and contains some character crossover but can be read as a standalone series without having read the other books.