Page 15 of Angel Condemned

Jody

Iawoke the next day with my bones aching from the stone floor. A heavy, mildew scent clung in the cell from the thunderstorm last night. I’d hoped that Axton would feel sorry for me and offer a little bit of comfort from sleeping on the floor, but he’d stayed on the opposite side of me like I was contagious.

Part of me thought about asking him to rub my sore muscles. Except, where I wanted comfort he would think my intentions were to get him horny, and I bet that would have the opposite effect I wanted.

“Since we don’t have the internet or my fav of puzzles, tell me about your life before the Roulex.” I rolled out my shoulders, trying to get the tightness across my back to lessen.

He glowered at me. “Like what?”

“What did you use to enjoy?”

“Everything. Life. Then the Roulex came and took it all.”

Definitely was going to earn my pay here. “Okay. What were you like as a child? Were you born with wings or did they grow as you did? Can you really fly? And did your horns emerge when you got older or have they always been a part of you?”

His eyes widened. “How can you think of so many questions?”

“Answer mine first, Dilbert.”

The muscle in his jaw twitched at the nickname I’d given him, but until he told me his real name, he was stuck with it.

Hopefully, he would forget I was here to make him like me enough to have sex with me. Didn’t matter if I cared about him or not. I shifted my legs underneath me to get comfortable.

“My kind are born with wings and horns.”

“Ouch. Your poor mom.”

He chuckled and the deep, rich sound sent delicious chills through me.

“No, the horns are buds that grow through adulthood.”

“That’s a relief.” When he gave me a weird look, I corrected myself quickly. “For your mom that she’d not have horns poking through her stomach.”

He smirked like he was holding back a laugh and I wanted to know what he sounded like when he was truly laughing, when he was happy.

“Your turn.”

Damn it, I thought he’d forget. “Nope. Never had horns or wings.”

He shook his head. “Why all the biology questions?”

“Long time ago, I wanted to be a medical doctor.” I shrugged.

“What stopped you?” He tilted his head to the side, studying me.

I picked at the dirt rubbed into my prison pants. “Lots of reasons. What is the name of your species again?” Already knew that much about him, the Roulex had told me when they showed me his picture that conveniently had cut off the top of his head. I didn’t want to talk about me.

“Angeliminir.”

“And you’ve always been here, on this planet?”

He narrowed his eyes like he was getting suspicious of my questions. “Yes.”

“What does it feel like to fly?” I licked my dry lips.

“The opposite of this place.”

“No really, tell me.” I wrapped my arms around my knees.

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