“I just want to know if you’re okay…” I had tried to explain, to which he forced a wide smile, obviously fake.
“Splendid.”
Another time he called me a cunt, though I was unsure if he wanted to say that directly to my face or if his pain made him talk to himself.“Do they really think I am that gullible? Bringing a pretty little cunt to sweeten the deal…
That last sentence pissed me off more than anything and I forced myself away after that. Fine, linger there, cold and on the floor, delirious with fever if you don’t want any help.
Take that alpha male attitude and see how far it gets you, buddy.
I missed my second pillow and started regretting giving him the blanket, all my compassion and sympathy for his situation suddenly turning into annoyance.
Why did I care what the bastard thought anyway? Clearly, he was one of those entitled brats who thought the world belonged to them and everyone else was put there for their entertainment. Well…if that’s what he thought of me, boy, he had a lot to learn.
Commotion made me shake awake, the sounds of footsteps and voices coming from the living room. From the kitchen. Was someone here? Inside the quarters?
“Hello?” I rushed to the door, swinging it open to find four guards in the kitchen, all circling Galenor as if they wanted to grab him while the fae male simply watched them, huddled in his blanket. As if they were of no significance, as if this was his daily routine and four guards waking him from sleep was a matter of no regard.
“What is happening here?” I demanded, instantly gaining myself four sets of eyes, all pinned on my tank top that allowed my nipples to pull the fabric around their shape.
No, scratch that. Galenor seemed to find an interest that morning as well.
“What is happening here?” I asked again, wrapping my hands into fists to hide the need to cover myself. I did not know these men, they were not guards I had grown up with, trained with, shared food with during training. These men proved unknown to me, standing out from any of the units I had worked with.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Captain Harrow,” one of them finally replied, though his eyes still lingered on my boobs.
“I will be the judge of that. Identify yourselves,” I ordered, fully aware this was my territory, and I had the upper hand.
“Negative, Captain. Our identities must be preserved in the presence of the subject,” another replied.
Fair, we had the right to preserve our identities should we consider ourselves in danger. Which posed the question: was Galenor that strong? Did he really need to be escorted by four guards when his body wasn’t properly healed yet?
“Why are you here?” I pointed my gaze to the first one, noticing how he still showed interest in my boobs. On their own accord, my hands slid to my midsection and grabbed the white tank top, yanking it in an abrupt upward motion to pull it over my head. Revealing my breasts.
“Clearly, you boys haven’t seen these too often,” I jiggled my medium-sized breasts proudly, making them shake in the cold air, my nipples instantly hardening. “They are called tits. All women have two of them. Their purpose is to feed a new-born by producing milk or turn men into retarded beings. Can we now continue our conversation?”
The four of them remained dumbfounded, their blinks filled with boobs but a low inhale pulled my attention towards Galenor. To find him blinking at me, his gaze brushing on my skin to raise goosebumps in its wake. He looked proud. And by that low smirk adorning his lips, he liked what he saw.
“Well?” I drew my attention back to the guards, whose faces had turned crimson, and their dicks had turned hard. Visibly.
I dragged down my tank to cover myself and folded my arms to wait for a reply.
“They… We… Interrogation,” the first one said, shaking his head as if he wanted to remove the image of my boobs from his eyes.
“He was interrogated yesterday and was returned to me injured and bloodied. Who ordered this?” I snapped, stepping closer to them and grabbing Galenor’s arm to force him to his feet.
“Captain, it is the process. We do not question orders. Gale is to be brought back for interrogation.”
“BY WHOSE ORDERS?” I found myself shouting while my fingers wrapped protectively around the fae’s arm.
“Captain, we do not question orders. If he does not come willingly, we will have to iron bind him and drag him with us,” a third voice appeared into the conversation.
“The hell you will,” I threatened, ready to start a war in that small kitchen over this if I had to. I had suddenly become protective of Galenor, hating the atrocities I had cleaned on his skin and terrified of the same happening again. I had to do everything in my power to prevent them.
His fingers wrapped around mine, a soft, understanding voice painting devotion on my skin.
“Muffin…don’t waste your energy, we will need it for later,” Galenor spoke, his voice pinning waves of hurt into my chest.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just let them take him…without even fighting back. I turned to find him towering over me, those green eyes that shone filled with life suddenly burning into me. Then, turning to the guards, he dipped his chin.
