Free Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 by Jaymin Eve Page B

they’re always arrogant dicks.”
    “We alphas are confident, not arrogant,” he said, as he picked up another
cup off his tray and waved it in front of me. “Now give me back my coffee.”
    I moaned as the scent of hot chocolate hit my nostrils. I love chocolate
in any form. It was at the top of my food pyramid. In reality, it was pretty
much my entire food pyramid.
    I reached out my hand that wasn’t clutching the coffee. “Give me,” I said,
waggling my fingers. “Don’t make me chase it, you know that only ends in
tears.”
    “Coffee first.” He held the cup just out of my reach.
    Boys are mean.
    I reluctantly parted with his coffee and was rewarded with heaven in a
glass.
    “Forget sex, I’ll just have hot chocolate,” I moaned again.
    “Keep eating chocolate like that and sex will be the last thing anyone
wants from you, fatty.”
    Giselda Krass, BEF, strolled past my table. She was tall and that
anorexic-looking skinny, which I found unnatural and repulsive. With her long
red hair and deathly pale skin, I had a sneaky suspicion that she was one of
the dangerous magic users, those who dabbled in the darker side.
    She was sneering so prominently I couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “I know
you’re confused, Krass, considering you weigh about the same as an eight year
old with the curves to match, but I have hips and boobs.” I tapped my chin.
“Who knows, it might happen for you one day too.”
    With a huff and glare, she stormed past with the rest of her witchy coven
of evil cows.
    Tyson clenched his jaw. “Giselda’s friggin’ creepy. And she stinks of
death.”
    I tightened my fist around my fork. “If she starts talking about animal
sacrifices again, I’m going to kill her.” Shifters didn’t take too kindly to
the disrespect of any species. We shared a soul with our animals and rejoiced
in their intelligence and beauty.
    The three of us were quiet as we finished our breakfast. The boys let me
pick bits and pieces off their plates. They knew it was easier than fighting
with me. In the end they’d finish my leftovers. If there were any.
    I glanced up from my tub of yogurt as the chair across from me scraped.
Maximus stood there with a pale-faced Mischa beside him.
    “Look who I found,” he said, before pulling out a chair for her.
    She set her tray down. My eyes widened as I took in the dismal selection.
There were only like … five things on her plate, and one was granola.
    “Where’s the rest of your food?” I asked.
    She shrugged as she sat. “I don’t eat much for breakfast.”
    I’m sorry, what? Who was this crazy lady? Breakfast was the most
important meal of the day, closely followed by lunch and dinner and three or
four snacks in between. 
    Tyson’s dimples appeared as he smiled. “Are you sure they’re sisters?”
    I ignored him. “Where’s Jake?” I asked Maximus.
    I was a little worried about him. He was taking the fey death very personally.
I didn’t want him going off half-cocked trying to find the killer.
    “He’s over at the council table,” Maximus said. “Trying to get some more
information out of them.”
    That reminded me. “We need to have a chat with a troll today too.”
    Mischa’s green eyes widened as she glanced around the room. My words
seemed to have reminded her of Stratford’s various inhabitants. Many of whom
did not appear even close to human. Because they weren’t. Today was her first
full day in the community. It must have been a little overwhelming.
    I closed my eyes then as a sweep of power washed over me. My father had
arrived and he wasn’t alone. Rumbles were trying to burst from my chest, but I
forced myself to stay calm. After a few rounds of counting to ten I could even
open my eyes and pretend the new arrivals weren’t there. From the corner of my
vision I was locked in on everything that was happening. I wrinkled my nose
when Lienda took the seat next to Mischa, laying her delicate fingers onto my
sister’s shoulder.