Page 21 of Pushed Through The Dark
Stopping short, he eyed me curiously. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to poison you. I paid good money for you, too much to just destroy you right away. What fun would that be?" He jerked his head and used the plate to guide me in his direction. "Come on now, it's been a long night. We could both use this."
My feet quietly walked over the tile floor, barely making a sound as he took a seat at a giant table. Placing the other plate at his side, he tapped the tabletop.
"Sit, eat, don't be rude, minx."
Pulling the chair out, I sat down, keeping my hands in my lap. Koa picked up his sandwich and took a big bite. From the corner of my eyes, I watched him. The way his lips glistened with tomato juice, the way he ran his tongue around the edges, licking all the crumbs from the bread away.
My stomach grumbled. I was starving.
He chewed slowly, his eyes just watching me, studying me, coring my soul.
"Eat," he said again, gesturing to the food.
Lifting the sandwich, I pressed it to my lips and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, but I didn't let him know how much I was enjoying the food.
"You eat like a bird." He chuckled to himself, pushing out of the chair and walking to a bar against the far wall. "Drink?" he asked, taking down two short glasses.
'Drink.' Virgo's words right before everything changed.
The thought made me wince, causing my entire body to shudder and my lungs to seize.
He poured a dark burgundy liquid into two glasses, then walked with such power back to the table. Setting the glass down in front of me, he relaxed back into his chair and held his cup chest high.
"I take it you haven't eaten a good meal in a really long time?"
"You call this a good meal? It's a sandwich."
Koa smirked and arched a brow. "Is it though?" He took a sip from his glass and held it against his chest. "Royal Bloomer bread, made with gold and champagne, Spanish Iberian ham, with Brandywine tomatoes. And to top it off, Gruyere aged Swiss. Plus, I added my own honey mustard glaze for a little sweetness." His tone was full of pride as if any of that shit meant something. It meant nothing to me.
Taking another bite, my tongue exploded with all the flavors. It was incredible. Eyeing him, I swallowed my bite. "You a chef or something?" I asked. Reaching for the glass, I hold it and look inside.
"Or something I'd say, and don't worry, I didn't drug your drink. I told you, I'm not like Virgo. People do things for me willingly, not by force. That's the difference between real power and the false cloak Virgo wore." He winked and took another sip from his glass. "Unless I have to, of course, nothing is off the table completely. So, enjoy this, tomorrow we begin."
"Begin? Begin what?"
With a cold smirk on his face, his eyes twinkled with delight. "Your new life."
