“Making rules now are you? Do you think this cell block belongs to you, little pup?” he asked, the hint of a warning in his voice. I licked my busted lip as I looked up at him, the iron tang of blood coating my tongue. “Do you like having The Watchers in here, Roary?” I asked innocently. “No.” “Then maybe I was just doing you a favour.” He snorted a laugh and I smiled in response. “Just don’t forget who runs this cell block, little pup,” he said in a firm tone. “Every king needs a queen, Roar,” I teased as the bridge slid into place before us and the doors parted to let us out. “You want to be
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