*Jonas*
Okay, so I am enjoying this a bit too much, but so far my plan is working. The arrogant rogue believes that I can’t talk, so for now I can’t really see what he can do.
‘I think there is a lot he can do’. Cana mumbles.
‘I wish my sore throat and lost voice was passed on to you’. I tell him.
I hear my captor’s heavy footsteps move down the hallway and I swallow any trace of my smile, getting ready, so as soon as he unlocks the door I am back to coughing.
“I have something for you little Alpha,” His voice is a little too cheerful as he enters.
I can’t help but look curiously at him.
‘What is it ?’ Cana asks, but I ignore him.
He turns, a tray in his large hand, “Look, tea with honey for your throat and a spray with antibiotics … What more can you ask for ?”
