Willow
Oberon Arcas, the n***d, very attractive Prillon warrior, who had been nothing but polite to me when I barged in on their—what? Interrogation? t*****e session?
I looked over at Kayn. “Is that why you were guarding the door? So he couldn’t escape?”
“Yes.”
Three on one? He must really be something if the doctor and the commander needed an Elite Hunter for backup. For one guy? And he’d been just sitting there, not even tied up. Just taking it.
You know all about that.
You know all about that.I was not going to dignify her with a response. But she was sooo right.
This time, the voice in my head was all me.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Breathe, Willow. In. Out. “Why? What does he know that’s so important?” Important enough to lock another living being up in a tiny metallic roo
