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Tina was right.
It kills me to admit it, but there’s no way this is going to work.
Not only are prisoners having s*x in the halls, but First Broods have also stopped to pop out eggs left and right. The spilled pheromones are making everyone party like it’s 1999 and I have no idea who on my squad has already made it out…and who hasn’t.
I’m heading back toward the cafeteria when I run into Trevor. Or rather, right through him.
Moving through a ghost is like diving in cold water, n***d as a jaybird. I’m still shivering when his voice whispers in my ear, “I think Shauna and Griff made it out.”
“What about Mac?” I ask, raising my voice to be heard above the riot alarms, and some rather intense guttural moans coming from the next hall over.
But Trevor only shrugs. “Haven’t seen him, bu
