Wicked Ugly Bad (A Kinda Fairytale) by Cassandra Gannon

hospital.
    He
was free.
    There
was a moment of stunned silence as the other six digested his success.
    “Holy
shit.”  Marrok slowly shook his head.  “That was amazing, Red.”  His mouth
curved like he was proud of her and he looked at Avenant.  “I told you
Letty would pull it off.  You owe me five gold coins, ya prick.”
    She’d
done it!  Her plan had worked.  At least, this part of it.
    Scarlett
bent over, her hands on her knees, and tried to remember how to breathe.
    Later
that night, Benji would return with a boat.  They’d sneak out through the
library and meet him at the lakeshore.  Fifteen minutes later, she’d been in
the Enchanted Forest, headed for her grandmother’s house and redemption.  It
was all going to work…
    So
long as Benji actually came back to the prison now that he was finally
unshackled from its bleak walls.  Which he totally would.  She was sure of it.
    “We’ll
never see that ogre, again.”  Rumpelstiltskin predicted with a sigh.

Chapter
Seven
     
    Wolves are
bred to fight and fuck.
    I always
bear that in mind, because it’s pointless to try and deal with them like they’re
thinking beings.
    They are
just beautiful animals.
     
    Psychiatric
case notes of Dr. Ramona Fae
     
    Scarlett
measured the window with a string of several dozen uncooked noodles.  “So, if
each ziti is approximately an inch, we should all be able to fit through these
windows with no problem.”  She looked over at Marrok.  “That was another reason
it had to be Benji who went to get the boat.  No way would an eight foot bridge
ogre squeeze out a window.  He might’ve gotten stranded in here.”
    Marrok
nodded like he gave a shit whether or not Benji came with them.  “That was
definitely a concern of mine.”  He deadpanned.
    Thanks
to Dr. White’s seduction mandate, he and Letty were alone in the library, although
it was hard to see the mildewing interior as a particularly romantic setting. 
The mostly empty shelves were tipped at odd angles, only two light bulbs worked
in the entire large room, and the steady dripping sound of water was coming
from somewhere overhead.  He was fairly sure the Good folk only called it a
“library” to taunt the inmates.  It was no wonder the place was deserted.
    But,
on the other hand, there was definitely an upside to being the only two people
in the space, regardless of how rank it was.  Marrok tipped his head to admire
his True Love’s posterior as she balanced on a chair.
    Thank
God she was back in her own body again.  He’d missed it.
    “So
now the only problem is how we get the window open.”  Still standing on the
seat of the chair, she dropped the skein of yard and freezer bag full of pasta
to the floor and turned her attention to the lock.  “Damn it, everything else
here is a rusty mess, but of course this would be brand new.”  She
turned to look at him.  “Can you pick it?”
    “Yeah,
but it wouldn’t stop the alarm from going off.”  He nodded to the wires
attached to the frame.
    Scarlett
frowned at it, her expression thoughtful.  “Breaking the glass would make too
much noise.  Maybe we could cut it.”
    “The
craft room has safety scissors.”  Marrok suggested helpfully.
    It
was so gratifying to have those blue eyes glaring at him, again.  The color was
a magic all its own.  He was definitely going to veto any more body switch
plans.
    “Are
you going to help or not?”  She demanded.
    He
endeavored to look innocent.  “I am helping.”  He moved behind her and
“helpfully” laid a hand on her “EVIL” t-shirt.  “Here let me steady you.”  His
palm slipped under the hem of her top and his thumb brushed the soft skin of
her lower back.
    She
batted him away.
    Marrok
chuckled, delighted with the girl.  In the most perverse way possible, he liked
that she was so prickly.  His looks didn’t matter to her, at all.  He never even
had to try with most women, but Letty was so hard to