Page 47 of Sohut's Protection

Grabbing his satchel, he settled beside Clee-yo and pulled out one of his food packets.

He could feel her gaze on him as he took a bite and chewed purposely slowly, watching her reaction.

Her mouth curled in disgust as she watched him and he almost choked.

“You can have some.” He outstretched the packet to her, close enough for her to reach it. All she had to do was lean in and take a bite.

He knew she wanted it.

There’s no way she wasn’t hungry.

If she’d gone hunting since he’d entered the jungle, he was sure he’d have found out.

Her eyes narrowed on him.

“I don’t want your food.”

The little wild thing was a liar.

Her gaze wandered and fell on the food packet.

She wanted it.

“Take some.”

Pale eyes blinked at him and he shoved the food toward her once more. He could see the mental battle in her eyes.

Leaning forward slightly, she took a begrudging bite of the sluu dough and chewed.

Her lips moved so delicately as she chewed that he sat staring at her for far too long.

It wasn’t only her scent that was captivating.

Regardless of her efforts to make herself invisible, she was catching his attention at every turn.

She seemed to notice his gaze and her frown returned as she jerked away.

“I know you can’t understand me, but this doesn’t make us friends.”

No, it didn’t; but it was a great phekking start.

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The blue guy was sleeping.

Or maybe he was pretending to sleep.

Studying him now, his back turned toward her, she glanced at the jungle beyond.

She could shuffle away but glancing at her hands, she gulped.

That would be stupid.

Plus, he hadn’t hurt her yet.

He’d been…kind so far.

If she escaped now, she wouldn’t have use of her hands till she managed to get this alien rope off. It wasn’t like normal rope at all and she was sure rubbing the bands against a sharp rock wouldn’t break them.

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