In this row I recognized a few famous supernatural criminals. From what I could remember of history class, this appeared to be the section for crims who had created massive publicity in the human world. I growled as a familiar face came into view – a sorcerer, his white eyes identifying him immediately. I wasn’t sure of his real name, the text referred to him as The Rostov Ripper. He was a serial killer of the worst kind. He loved young girls, luring them in, raping and torturing them. A pity that his incarceration didn’t include daily disembowelment. I was actually a little surprised he was still alive. The high security and separation in this prison had allowed him to keep his head. Which was a fucking shame.

There were three gates in this small section alone, eight guards, and the only one to even look twice at us was a female shifter, and she was immediately silenced by her partner with a right hook to the jaw. This was how all the female guards we’d seen had been subdued, which pissed me off so bad. The twins were manipulative assholes; they cared for no one but themselves. Typical sirens, so used to controlling males that they thought they could control everything.

When we reached the end of the path, there were no more bars, and no deviation off the path. It was a stone wall, dead end.

“So what’s the plan now?” I was quite proud by the level of sarcasm present in my words.

They turned and their twin grins were freaking unnerving. I wanted to punch both of them in the nose.

They spoke together. “Now, we open the wall.”

Sure, of course. Open the wall.

“How are you going to do that?” I asked. My hackles raised as the two of them closed in on either side of me. I backed up a little, both hands held slightly aloft so I could fight them if needed.

Orange flashed her dark eyes in my direction, followed by white teeth. “Easy, just a little blood offering.”

A little what the what? Not on my watch, sister, I bleed for no one. I never even donated blood to Maximus, and I loved him more than life. I started to back up faster, keeping a certain amount of distance between me and them. They stopped pursuing me about halfway along this small section, and I was just wondering what the hell they were doing when they both spun and pounced on my moronic sister.

I didn’t hesitate to change directions, but I knew I was too far away to get there in time. All I could do was watch in horror.