“Hasn’t it been thirty minutes?” Thorin asked to the chorus of five men grinding their teeth.
“I think so,” I said casually.
I needed to get Brad away from Rose. Out of everyone, Thorin was the least threatening. If Rose’s desires were keeping us alive, then Thorin was probably safe. As the only person who knew how to get the chips out, she wasn’t going to eliminate him, but I could never imagine her actually having feelings for Thorin the Pale.
“You should let him know his time’s up,” I said, encouraging Thorin.
When Brad returned to the group, he was sporting his familiar smile. I was beginning to hate that smile. He caught up to me and slapped me on the shoulder. Gripping my neck, he pulled me to him in a brotherly gesture, that bastard.
“We’re gonna need food,” I said pulling away
