Page 82 of Wings of Betrayal

I press my lips together and lift my chin. “Fine. I’m here looking for someone. Are you going to help me or what?”

He laughs and takes a step forward. “You’re different from other females. Stronger.”

I reach for my daggers, and he raises his hands again.

“Hey, not going to hurt you, remember?”

“Can you help me or not?”

He bites his bottom lip then walks over to the alleyway wall and leans up against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, that depends. Who are you looking for?”

“My father.”

He laughs and nods. “All right. And why do you think your father is here?”

I take a deep breath, my annoyance at this male’s arrogant attitude growing by the minute. “Because he isn’t in the other Kingdoms. He’s huge, blond hair, green eyes, gold wings…”

A knowing look crosses over his features, and he steps out from the wall and walks toward me. I grab my daggers and hold them out in defence, but it doesn’t stop him.

He keeps walking and then stops a few feet before me. “I know him. But he doesn’t have a family.”

Great, he thinks I’m lying. “Look, this really isn’t your concern. It’s between him and me. Just forget it.”

I move past him, and he reaches out and grabs my arm. I attempt to slash my dagger across his torso, but he snatches my wrist.

“Let. Me. Go,” I growl.

His blue eyes bore into mine. This male is stubborn, maybe more so than I.

“You won’t last five minutes on these streets alone. I know him, and I know where to find him. Do you want my help and my protection or not?”

I stare at him. “Why do you want to help me?”

He lets my arm go and glances away for a moment before running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It could get me killed. But you seem…in need. And I don’t like females being harmed.”

I put my daggers away and gesture for him to lead the way. “Fine, then.”

He takes a step closer and smirks. “I think what you meant to say was thank you. And yes, I would love your help, kind sir.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t push it.”

He laughs and walks down the alleyway, and I jog to catch up to him, pulling my hood back over my head.

“Do not make eye contact with anyone. Stay close behind me, and keep your head down. We clear?”

“Crystal.”

I follow the large, stubborn male through the streets, and just as I’m wondering if he’s genuine, he stops outside what appears to be a bar on the corner.

“This the place?” I ask, and he nods.

He reaches for the handle and glances over his shoulder at me. “Do not speak to anyone. Do not look at anyone. We will wait at the booth in the corner, andifhe comes in, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay, agreed.”

He steps into the bar, and I follow him, keeping my head down. He stops near the booth in the corner and gestures for me to slip in, and he follows in close, sitting next to me. I carefully raise my head and notice the place is deserted, which helps me relax a little.

The watcher raises his hand in the air, and the barman fixes two drinks and brings them over. I look down when he approaches, and he sets the drinks on the table then leaves us to it.

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