Her dark hair fell straight that night, eased out of the curls she'd set for the last week. She ran her tongue along the spikes of her teeth. Her lips pinched between the point of her fangs and her canines, she reached for Brutus's hand.
"They're planning a rescue. An escape. Whatever the hell they call it, they know how to get out of here," Enobaria remarked coldly.
"Who? The suicidal teenagers that won last year?" Brutus returned, rolling his eyes.
"Them and their posse."
"Well," Brutus said, clucking his tongue. "We have to stop them."
"How?"
For Rose, because I need to take your score down and you haven't been written too many things! Love ya ;)