Page 73 of The General's Captive
“And Tiffany?” I asked, making him jerk back a little, as if the question unnerved him.
“You saved her, and I’m guessing she wasn’t on the list, was she?” I added when he didn’t respond.
“You asked me to save her, remember?” he argued, making me roll my eyes and say,
“And you’re telling me that you’d have let her fall to her death if I hadn’t?”
His face said it all.
“Exactly. You like her,” I stated.
He bristled before telling me, “I think it’s time to stop talking now.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Did The General give you permission to shut me up?”
He gave me a pointed look. One that gave me the confidence to say, “No, I didn’t think so.”
“I’m sure he would understand if I turned up at the prison with you gagged.”
I laughed. “But not bleeding, right?”
“No, so do me a favor and quit with the questions so I can get this sorted,” he said, exasperated as he pulled out a bandage, and because I was feeling brave, I put my hand on his, my fingers allfitting around a single one of his. He looked down at where I had willingly touched him in surprise, as if he was heartened by the action.
“It needs an antiseptic wipe first to prevent the chance of it getting infected,” I told him softly.
“So fragile,” he teased, his eyes shining with mirth, making me roll my own.
“Ha ha,” I mocked in return, no longer worried about what this giant could do to me.
If someone had told me that I would ever be joking with a Myth as they did first aid on me, I would have thought they were damn crazy. Oh, but the questions I wanted to ask him! I swear they were mounting by the second. Although I didn’t want to push my luck either, because he might have joked about gagging me, but if I pissed him off too much, it might end up becoming a high possibility.
Of course, this kind of massively fucked up my plans in trying to break Riley out, making me ask,
“So, what was the plan the closer we got? I gather you had no intention of helping me break Riley out?”
Again, his look said it all, where his words soon followed.
“What do you think?”
I didn’t which was answer enough.
“Besides, The General isn’t a liar,” he informed me, but I frowned.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked as he put the bandage over my cut skin.
“Exactly that. I assume the reason you are on the way there now is because you made a deal with him, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what that was,” he replied in a knowing tone.
“Enlighten me,” I said, pushing for more and trying to keep my tone even and nonchalant.
“Your life in exchange for his,” he stated with indifference.
Yes, he was right, and my face must have said as much. Because he smirked down at me as he used his big fingers to smooth out the sides of my bandage, something made easier as his nails were so short.
“And you think he is just going to let him go when I turn up, do you?” The question came out sarcastic, but he took no notice of it.
“If that’s what he said, then yes, that is precisely what he is going to do.”
