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As soon as the siren stopped howling, I removed my palms from my ears and immediately noticed that the dwarf Sessie, with her girlfriend, whose name I did not know, for some reason were rubbing not at the front door, but against the wall opposite, next to which our beds.

Shifting from foot to foot, they talked about something and laughed, looking sideways at me, then at Milana, who was also not very happy with the morning «alarm clock».

I suspect I was no different from her outwardly. The same sleepy eyes, disheveled hair, all rumpled and drowsy, from the uncomfortable lying on a hard mattress and cushion.

The selection for the Miss Universe contest, we would definitely fail now.

Jumping off the bed, I tried to straighten my crumpled robe, which even before it got to me was not the first freshness, but in our position I didn’t have to choose, and then nodded to Milana at two dwarfs, hinting that it would not hurt us to stand in line for them.

Girlfriend… yes, I mentally called her that, because in all my short life I have never met a person with whom I could be on the same wavelength as I was with Milana.

My friend understood my hint, made a sad face and trudged along with me to the wall where the dwarfs stood. As soon as we approached, a crack formed in the middle of the wall, which began to slowly, with a creak, move apart, and our gaze appeared to be a niche with a lockable booth with the real benefits of civilization: exactly the same bucket for defecation, which I had already managed to use yesterday, and a strange structure resembling a suspended can from which water dripped into the trough. Most likely, he performed the function – two in one, here you have both a washbasin and a shower.

Magic kingdom, fuck it! Even normal conditions for the detention of prisoners cannot be created. When I get back home, I won’t say a bad word about my rusty pipes.

We went through the bath procedures in turn: first the dwarfs, then I let Milana go ahead, and at the end I locked myself in the booth myself.

I refreshed myself a little, got out of there and realized that the oddities did not end there. In the same niche where the booth was located, there was another exit, which, judging by the smell, led to the dining room.

Sessy and her friend had already vanished in that direction, and only Milana was humbly waiting for me, looking at the prisoners passing by.

– If I have such an awakening every morning, then in a week you can safely shoot me, – I drawled dejectedly, standing next to me, – and I haven’t even pulled stones yet.

– They say that you can’t escape from Kandugan, but I’ll hurt myself like a cake, but I’ll find a way out of here, – judging by the expression on her face, the «witch» was serious, – several female prisoners passed me, you should have seen who they were look like snow. Staying here for a long time is killing. Even marin’s stone can’t stop me from feeling the local dark energy.

– Not surprising, given how many suspicious individuals there are, – I agreed with her, primarily referring to one of our neighbors with terrible fangs, – Oi!

As they say, remember the devil…

And I didn’t have time to take a step, as I imprinted on a wide chest, a neighbor rapidly rushing forward, and probably would have flown off to the wall if he hadn’t grabbed my shackled hand by the elastic of my pants and pulled on myself.

Frozen with fear, the most I could do at that moment was staring at his chest, dressed in a gray shirt with rolled up sleeves, afraid to look higher. It seemed that I would do this, and again I would see a face twisted with rage with a grin frozen on it.

I didn’t want to gain fame on the very first day as a coward who yells at the top of his lungs with or without reason. After all, other prisoners did not react to him like that. However, he did not seem to be looking at them with such a hungry look, as if he was going to eat them.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I mustered up the courage to raise my head.

– Let me go, – she squeaked softly, like a mouse that fell into the paws of a cat, only this dork would not have passed for a cat with all his desire.

Letting go of the elastic on my pants, the stranger grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, lifted me up to the level of his gray eyes and, wrinkling his forehead, brought his face closer to mine.

The wings of his nose quivered slightly while he sniffed me, but apparently to no avail, as he very quickly lowered me to the floor, unclenched his hand and, taking a step to the side, croaked menacingly:

– If you don’t want trouble, stay away from me, baby.

But this is already arrogance! «Baby»! So he said that I was specifically looking for a meeting with him. As if it was me yesterday staring at him through a glass wall, with such an expression on my face, as if I was ready to devour him in one sitting.

The feeling of indignation completely replaced fear, and I, snorting loudly in response to his words, grabbed Milana, who was staring at us, by the arm and walked in the other direction from him. Where there was a cupboard with wooden trays.

***

– I wonder if I try that green liquid over there, how long can I keep it in me? – Snezhina asked, pointing her finger at a huge cauldron with incomprehensible contents.

Holding a tray on which lay a cup of hot tea at outstretched hands, Milana cast a skeptical glance at the sign that read «pea puree».

– A minute, no longer, – chuckling, she turned around and was about to head to the empty table, which she and her friend noticed in advance, but an unexpected obstacle appeared on the way, in the form of a horned neighbor.

From surprise, Milana swayed, the tray tilted dangerously, and only a miracle saved the Warlocks from imminent disaster.

– Moron! – the girl screamed in fright, and then, biting her lip, she looked warily at the demon, – look where you are going, I almost boiled you in boiling water.

– Well, I didn’t cook it, – the man winked at her cheerfully, – I wanted to invite you and my friend to our table.

He nodded towards the table, where two girls and a tall, thin blond man with long ears were already sitting.

Stunned by the sudden invitation, Milana opened her mouth to stare at the demon.

Why such a big gesture? Surprise quickly turned to suspicion.

– Maybe I liked you? I haven’t had redheads yet, – gasping with indignation, the girl grabbed the tray more tightly, and without answering him, rushed to the table, at which her friend was already located.

The Warlocks chuckled.

– Hell’s witch.

***

Sky’s day didn’t work out in the morning.

First, he was pissed off by the already familiar skirmish with the demon, when they did not share the line for bath procedures, and then by the collision with the blonde in the dining room, when his beast, as if there had not been a fight with security yesterday, raised its head and growled menacingly.

What hell did he need from this girl? Why is he reacting so aggressively to her? Maybe she belongs to a species with which werewolves do not have a very good relationship?

Her fear infuriated the man to the gnashing of teeth, and her innocent look raised from the depths of her soul all the darkest things to be in him.

The broken nose did not allow Sky to feel her nature, and it was terribly annoying, because he had never had such problems before, and these restrictions were getting on his nerves.

Someone also put a bruise under the eye and on the cheekbone. She is a sprout a little more than a gnome, and thin, like a month on a starvation ration. Which brat raised his hand?

What’s the difference to hell?

And again dangerous rage seethed on the very surface, and all this ill-fated hoop is to blame. He would have let the beast out, get rid of the tension, but Mary’s stone prevented the turnover. The negative energy accumulating inside was about to break out, and it would be very unlucky for someone who at that moment would fall under his arm.

Sitting away from everyone, at a free table, Sky with appetite pounced on an omelette made from cermet eggs, which he couldn’t even look at without tears, but after a month in the punishment cell it seemed to him real ambrosia.

– Sky, darling, I missed you so much, – Skilla, a tall, pretty girl from light elves, landed at the table next to him, with a tray in her hands, «they said that your imprisonment in the punishment cell was extended, but I didn’t believe and waited.

– Yes, I also heard one interesting story where you were caught with your pants down pleasing Loki, – Sky remarked with a mockery in his voice, not looking up from his food.

The girl groaned loudly, and pressed her hands to her lips, but this did not make any impression on the werewolf. He continued to eat.

– It is not true! – the man grunted, not even raising his head, – well, yes it happened, but only once and… he made me. You know how much he hates you. He decided to take revenge with my help and set it all up himself, it’s not my fault, Skye.

– I can be at odds with Warlocks as much as I like, but one thing I know for sure, he didn’t need to force you to do anything, – Skye raised his eyes and caught the attentive look of a blonde from the next cell, who was sitting two tables away from him in society his red-haired girlfriend.

Skilla continued to say something, to justify herself, but the man did not hear it anymore. Locking his eyes with the girl, he felt inside the already familiar wave of rage. The beast reared up, began to roar and pull the bars of the cage that Mary’s stone had built around him.

He wanted something from Sky, addressed him, but he did not hear him. The hoop around their neck kept their thoughts from merging, and it almost killed the werewolf.

Skilla touched the man’s shoulder, and seeing this, the girl abruptly broke eye contact and turned away, continuing to chat with her friend.

Who is this blond mongrel? Did she interest you? It seems that during the month of your stay in the punishment cell your bar has fallen below nowhere, – growling menacingly, Sky turned a contemptuous look at the elf.

Firmly clenching his hands into fists, he counted to ten, trying to extinguish the hatred that was born inside, and the desire to roll her white neck. When he reached three, the door to the dining room opened abruptly and two soldiers in iron masks entered.

– Everyone has to work hard, – came the nasal voice of one of them. The prisoners sitting at the tables jumped up and lined up at the exit that led to the quarry.

– I’m sorry, eared, I haven’t finished eating yet, and my mother said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, – Warlock’s mocking voice was heard in the complete silence of the dining room.

Unable to restrain a smirk, Sky glanced at the demon remaining at the table, feeling that an interesting performance was about to begin.