Blindly Indicted (Blindly #1)

by Katie May

Though the term “home” makes me want to vomit. A blowjob it may giveth, but a home it does not maketh. Pretty sure Shakespeare said that somewhere.

Yes, Rion, remind the psychopath that he wants to kill you. Fucking shit. How did I live this long again?

“Now, Bambi,” Abel cuts in, and I turn my pleading gaze toward him, my lower lip trembling. He breaks off abruptly with a curse. “Fuck, I can’t say no to that. She’s doing the face, brother. The face. You can’t say no to the face.” To me, he adds, “I’ll give you anything you want. Jewels? A crown? A majestic steed to ride...? And I don’t mean a horse. It’s yours.” “You might not be able to say no to her, but I can,” Damien retorts, his vision shifting as he lunges forward with long, elegant strides. He tenderly caresses the side of my face before pulling his hand back as if I burned him. For a moment, he merely stares at me, both our hearts pounding in tandem. With a petulant shake of his head, he turns away. “Never mind. I can’t.” “For fuck’s sake...” Cain leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Princess, that’s a fuck no.”

All I know for certain is that I’m friends with Kai, Bronson, Damien, and Abel, and Mr. Scruffles saved my life. Oh, and Cain’s a butt.

There’s a delicate balance between being brave and being stupid. Do you dare to fight when you know the outcome will only be worse for you? Is it strength to accept your fate...or is that weakness?

Oh god. Damien’s going to start getting teary-eyed because Nina showed an interest in his deranged hobby of stabbing people.

“You want to take me on a date?” “Either that or sleep,” he confesses. “It’s the cat in me. Actually, if you have yarn, I can play with that. Shit. No. Abort. Abort. Abort. Playing with yarn on a date is not what the lady wants, is it? Don’t answer that! I can use my mate-mind-reading capabilities to tell you the answer would be no. Just kidding. I don’t have any mate-mind-reading capabilities.” His body shakes beneath my hands as he practically bounces with excitement.

As tears flood Nina’s milky eyes, panic overtakes me. I desperately grab at her shoulders, mind scrambling to come up with a solution to stop her tears. Chocolate, wine, and books. The perfect combination for any emotional female.

“You have a kind, gentle soul, and that makes you different than the others here but not any less strong.”

“You two need to talk and sort out your shit. And please, don’t take that literally. The last thing I need is your shit in color-coordinated boxes.”

“I heard some of the guards talking. Did you know that one of the guards, some dude named Rook, fucked and mated with an inmate? I heard the girl, the cockatrice, had a pretty badass shank business.” Lola’s face seems to glow as she talks, eyes bright with excitement. She feeds off the drama like vampires do blood. “While we were walking through the halls, we came across this siren named Selena. She was really pretty. Have you met her? You should mate with her. Unless...” She flashes me a Cheshire cat grin. “Unless you already have a mate.”

Sitting in the chair opposite is a pretty girl with strange orange hair and a flicking tail. I’m positive I’ve never seen her before in my life.

“You don’t know me, obvs, but my name is Sinclair Denali. A little birdy—as in, a member of my prison squad—told me you’re trying to get into Nightmare Penitentiary. Been there, done that, checked off that bingo square.” Her voice turns devious. “Basically, I was conveniently convicted, and I’m going to return the favor by helping you. Now, listen up. There’s a lot I have to teach you, my young apprentice. Let’s start with Pop-rocks...”