Okay, I will admit that was not one of my better ideas. It probably even makes my top ten of worst ideas ever, but still, there is no reason for…

“You idiot, this is your fault, I am never letting you make the plan ever again!”

I mean, really, that’s harsh. I look over at the source of that derogatory voice. Stretched over a rack my best friend has his head tipped back so that his furious brown eyes can glare at me.

That looks more comfortable than being chained to the ceiling.

“At least they let you lay down, Drew.” I snip back at him, cutting off his rant on my incompetence.

“I would have preferred that we not get caught. What kind of an idea was that, anyway, pretending to be one of them, Vagus’ are known for their brutality not for having poor eyesight?”

“But we made good Vagus’.”

“Alex, what part of a brown-hair, brown-eyed, 5’7

man looks like a blond-haired blue-eyed, 6’5 Vagus? And don’t even get me started on the way you and your black hair stood out. How did you even get me to agree to that nonsense, even if you outrank me?”

That jerk, reminding me I outrank him and by extension, he is my responsibility. Drat, Weezie is going to kill me.

“Well, as soon as they start using that rack, you’re on, you will be the right height at least.” I offer cheerfully.

“If we survive this, I’m going to kill you.” Drew snarl after a short pause.

“Murdering the crown prince is frowned upon, in fact, my professors called it treason.”