Page 71 of The General's Captive
“Yeah.”
“Then why would I bother if I wanted you dead?” he pointed out.
“You wouldn’t,” I admitted.
“Like I said in the truck… smart girl,” he said shocking me, making me gasp as I finally put two and two together, feeling like a fucking idiot!
“You’re…” I couldn’t finish but he certainly could because he grinned widely and said…
“Aster, yeah, nice to meet you again.”
The second I heard him confirm my theory, was the point when my head injury, mixed with the shock, must have been too much and I started to stumble back. And for such a big guy he couldn’t half move quickly because I never hit the ground.
“Whoa! Easy, girl,” he said, picking me up effortlessly in his arms and this time I let him. He walked over to the beat-up truck and swiped out the glass on the part of the hood that wasn’t crushed in. His beefy arm was unaffected by the damage and making me ask,
“Does nothing hurt you?”
“I told you I was hard to kill,” he said with a grin, his fangs making me shiver, and it was a reaction he ignored as he placed me down. He still towered above me, but it put me at an easier height because I no longer just came to the tops of his legs.
“You told me many things, none of which were true,” I pointed out bitterly.
“Like what?” he argued.
“Well, you sure as hell aren’t from around here.”
“Technically, I am. I have been living in this state for the last three years.”
I rolled my eyes, making him chuckle, and it was so like the Aster I was used to that it took me off guard.
“Are you like, a Shifter or something?” I asked, making him scoff.
“You’re going to bombard me with questions now, aren’t you?”
“Well, you are the first Myth I have ever spoken to. Other than that werewolf that one time, but he was also trying to eat me, so that doesn’t really count.”
He shook his big head, as if he wanted to say something.
“What?” I pushed.
“I’m just questioning how you’re still alive.”
I huffed before admitting, “Yeah, most people do.”
His eyes then glanced at the bag on my back and he asked, “And what tricks did you have up your sleeve when faced with a Lycan?”
“A Lycan?” I asked instead of answering, watching as he opened the first aid kit. One he balanced on the roof of the truck so he could easily reach stuff.
His height was insane and made me feel like a damn child! But like this, I could see more of his features and pieces of his human form peeking through. Like the way his eyes were no longer red once the rage had left him, now back to being the colors of the forest and bringing out a softness in him despite his intimidating size.
I could also see the rings in his nose, only these piercings were significantly bigger, with the one in the middle giving him the appearance of a bull.
“The actual name for them,” he replied as his big fingers fumbled for items that seemed tiny in his large shovel-sized hands.
“Oh, right,” I mumbled, prompting him to ask again,
“And as for how you killed it?”
“How do you know I killed it?” I asked in return, and his eyes slid back down to mine.
