"Move back!" I yelled.

They obliged too easily, grateful for me to want this animal. Maybe I have the wrong guy? I thought for a split second until I saw him. I dropped the dagger when I realized who it was, and couldn't keep his name a secret. "Darius?"

"Mine!" a snaggle-toothed inmate screeched, diving head first on the dagger.

I pounced towards him, and two others held me back, holding my arms out. The snaggle-toothed inmate picked it up, cradling it near his ...