~EGON’S POV~
(BEFORE THE RESCUE)
Enfeebled and battered, I lay at the mercy of my enemy, anticipating the promised death, gawping at the wall clock, counting every second. Though Cillian had made his way into the cell, the man seemed to share no interest in delivering what he swore while getting rid of Celie.
“Deliver what you promised.”
My words managed to grasp the strange one’s attention, who had been sitting on the rusty bed pensively. While my command was supposed to yank out a reason for the sudden alteration in his plans about keeping me alive, it, unfortunately, compelled him to leave the bed behind and join me on the floor.
“What if I say I don’t want to kill you anymore because I have thought of other ways to make use of you?”
The query, which I was certain to be source
