Page 12 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

I hate him.

I clear my throat. “So, you carried me here with those arms.”

He shrugs. “Do you prefer I grab your feet and drag you along the floor?”

He is so annoying. He is just here to mock me and make me look stupid.

I’m going to say something more when he lifts a hand between us. He says, “Leave if you don’t want to be here. I don’t care. But if you die, it’s going to cause me trouble.”

I sneer at that. I don’t care about giving him trouble, but I’m not going to die just to get him into trouble. I don’t care about him at all.

He folds his upper arms and rests his lower arms on his waist. “What’s the decision?”

“Shut up and leave me alone.”

He comes closer and I fight the urge to inch backward. With the bed, there’s not much room to move. I won’t make him feel good about scaring me. Never.

I glare at him. “Be careful, otherwise I’m going to...”

“I took your gun.”

“Because you kidnapped me. You are so worried that I’ll blow off your head.”

He stares at me in silence. I swallow and keep my glare on him. He should feel sorry for himself. He can’t scare me with his gaze. If he thinks he can beat me up just because he has four arms, I’ll prove him wrong.

I will...

He says, “I don’t know why you got hired. You’re lucky I’m not a criminal.”

“Are you threatening me? Do you know what will happen if you threaten the police?”

He moves away, shooting daggers at me with his gaze. “Maybe I should have left you to die. It’s not worth it.”

What does he mean? I’m not worth it?

I’m about to shout at him, but he leaves and closes the door behind him.

I don’t have to care about his annoying ass. he can say whatever he wants and it won’t faze me, but at the same time...

I grit my teeth when tears brew up in me before I can stop it or know what’s happening.

What does he mean?

I gasp when tears run down my cheek. I roll around and bury my face into the pillow before he hears my sob.

What’s wrong with me?

I hate to be on his bed, even though he has done nothing bad to me. Why must this happen? When will I be saved? Will I even be saved? It can’t take that long for the power to come back, right?

The bedsheet warps in my hands. I squeeze with all my force, but the tension remains in me.

I’m not a waste of effort.

I don’t care how I logically don’t have to care about him, I...

Fuck him!

I gasp as my memory slowly seems to come together. I was in the cold, shivering, trying to survive.

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