Page 114 of Heir of the Beast

Chapter 25

Apparently, Eltson is currently trying to outrun us.

It’s not going to happen though. Mort says Black Siron’s ship is much faster. I am super happy though; this experience has not been bad at all. Quite the opposite, weirdly enough.

Here I thought I was bought into some dark, twisted, sex slavery ring, but I have been treated like gold here.

It’s very confusing because I am here relaxing like a queen on my fancy bed listening to Mort chew gummy bears. Not a pleasant sound. A lot of swishing and sloshing.

“Where did you get those?”

She looks up at me from her desk in the corner of our small room. “Pierce.”

“He just gives you candy randomly?” I ask with a frown.

She rolls her eyes. “Not randomly, just when he feels bad. Earlier when I was scouting, I took a wrong turn and got caught in a room I was not supposed to be in.”

I sit up and stare at her. “What room?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Well, it warranted gummy bears.”

She shrugs, ignoring me.

“Just tell me, I’m bored to tears.”

She sighs like I’m annoying. Mort looks like she is reliving something vile all of a sudden, her face losing some color.

“The chamber pot room. The man shut the door and I could not escape. I just had to flutter around until he was done with his…business.”

I’m laughing before my brain can even process what she said.

“It’s not funny, human,” Mort hisses, cheeks red.

I fall against the bed, her angry face making me laugh harder. “You eat those gummy bears, you deserve them.” I snort into my pillow.

Mort chews as she glares at me. “Being serious now—it has been three days since you saw Siron?”

I wipe my eyes and think on that. “I thought it was longer than that, but yeah.”

She looks thoughtful. “What is with everyone being on the verge of death?”

“You think he is on the verge of death?”

Mort pops more gummies in her mouth. “Could be. That ex-girlfriend must have been very angry with him, nasty curse. The men on the ship are scared she will start coming after them.

“But wouldn’t it be awesome if that Siron prick died? You would be free if he did, making getting back to Apollo easier.”

I chew on my lip. “Yeah,” I say, and take a breath. I get up, ready to get out of this room, feeling very claustrophobic all the sudden. “Mort, I will be back. Please watch where you’re flying, for Pete’s sake.”

I can almost hear her rolling her eyes.

I wander aimlessly, nowhere in particular, just letting my heart lead the way. I laugh. My heart cannot be trusted, it tends to get me into lots of trouble.

I wonder why Siron has not sought me out. I thought I was bought as a sex object. Not that I’m complaining—just confused, is all. Maybe the man ~is~ very ill. He could be dead right now for all I know.

It’s probably what he deserves. All his bad deeds must have caught up with him.

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