Chapter 19 - Refuge - Part 3
- Greco tossed the now cold pouch of food at Boros in a rage. “What the f**k is this s**t?” He demanded angrily. “I take you into my cabin, feed you, clothe you, give you f*****g shelter where the Militia won’t find us and you barge into my private bathroom and throw a pouch of peasant food in my bath?” His face was red and he was huffing. Apparently he had been offended by the gesture. Boros had always felt like he was running this little show. He had no real reason to believe it other than the strange knowledge he had. He was the one that could come up with a plan. He was the one that could save the world. While he hadn’t taken on Greco, more threatened him into compliance, he felt that he was in charge of the man. Clearly Greco felt differently. “I’m not your servant. If you want so
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