The Assassin's Kryptonite

The Fish

I was patiently waiting but it was just taking too long, and I wanted to open my mouth. Yes, to eat, but also to talk!

“You know what I realized? Is it even safe to go out when my kidnappers might still be around here?” I can't help but feel fear creep into my body as I remember what happened. s**t! How can I be careless! They might still be out there!

I was startled when I suddenly saw Trevor in front of me. I unconsciously stood up and now that I realized it, I shrieked with the pain I felt in my ankle.

“Jesus Christ!” He helped me sit down again as he checked my ankle. It’s still wrapped with the same things he used last night and funny enough, with the rope used to tie my hands, but the redness is still visible, and I know that it’s still swollen.

“Careful. Your ankle’s going to take longer than a day to heal,” I can almost hear him scolding me. If I was not thinking of my kidnappers, I would’ve snapped at him.

“What’s the use of a healed ankle if I’m going to get killed anyway?!”

I was again mesmerized by his beautiful eyes when he looked up from checking my ankle to meet my gaze. He was kneeling in front of me, and I was sitting but he was still much taller than I am.

“You’re not going to get killed,” he said as he stared at me. I must be delusional because I thought I heard his concern or something, but how could he when we’re literally strangers to each other?

“How do you know that?”

“I just know.”

“What if my kidnappers come back?” I asked, still worried.

“Those assholes will never come back,” he exclaimed with vile in his voice. I immediately stopped talking when I saw his expression. He looked scary with his glaring eyes and his clenched jaw. He looked mad…... and hot.

“What if they will?”

I heard him sigh deeply, probably irritated by my endless questions. “I’ll protect you,” he exclaimed, which made me give him the side eye. Why would you do that, huh? Trevor Helios?

“And why would Trevor Helios do that?” I asked him, arching my brow.

“You said it yourself, Camille Louella. We’re like strangers who’ve known each other half our lives.”

I can't help but smile and feel safe with what he said. I don’t know. It’s just so reassuring with the way he said my name.

“You promise?”

“I don’t make promises.”

“Why?” I was confused. I mean I’m usually a b***h, but I keep my word and when I promise, I keep that promise too.

“Aren't they supposed to be broken?”

“Aren't I supposed to be in my gorgeous bed inside my gorgeous room in my grandiose mansion and not here with you waiting for damn years for that freaking fish to be cooked?!” I couldn't help but raise my voice as I heard my stomach grumble. Just oh my god I’m dying of hunger!

“What?!” I barked as I saw amusement in his face.

Amusement? Really Camille Louella? Amusement in Trevor ‘Tree’ Helios’ face? You’re so hungry that you’re turning to be delusional already!

“Nothing,” he exclaimed, and I’m sure I’m not being delusional anymore when I heard him chuckle! What the freaking f**k?!

“Did you just laugh?!” I excitedly exclaimed. He immediately displayed his poker face and cleared his throat, but I know what I saw, and I know what I heard! Trevor Helios laughed!

“Oh my god, you’re already turning into a human being, Trevor Helios! And you’ve been with me for only a f*****g day!” I couldn't help but laugh as I pointed my finger into his face. He looked stoic now and maybe irritated with the way I was laughing, but I don’t care because I’m literally enjoying this right now.

“I mean, it’s rather insulting that you just laughed at my heartfelt declaration of hunger. But still, you laughed!” I continued teasing him. Well, I’ll be really overjoyed because he’s not even doing anything to make me stop!

“Really?” he suddenly spoke, raising his brow, which made me stop laughing at him.

“Really what?” I wasn’t backing down as I folded my arms in my chest and raised my brow too. I’m sorry, but being bitchy is my forte and the one who can outbitch me hasn’t been born yet.

“You’re saying I’m insulting you when you’re the one laughing at me right now,” I couldn't help but laugh again as he pointed that out.

“Well, it is funny, right? You? Trevor Helios laughing? I must be some kind of magician to be able to pull that off!”

I just heard him clicking his tongue as he shook his head. He directed his attention to the fish as he slowly rolled the metal. To cook the fish evenly, maybe?

“Do you eat fish every day? Aren’t you sick of eating it? Aren’t you going to have scales if you keep eating fish?” I bombarded him with questions because I just can't really take the silence that much.

“I don’t eat fish every day,” he answered, not looking at me. Well, that’s fine. Better than him not talking at all, right?

“What do you eat when you’re not eating fish?” I asked curiously. I mean he’s really buffed, and I don’t think you get that kind of muscle when you don’t eat.

“I hunt.”

“Hunt?” I can't help but feel amazed. Oh wow, he’s really the real-life Oliver Queen, huh?

“So, you’re like Oliver Queen?”

“Who?” he asked, confused.

“Oliver Queen? The handsome billionaire turned hero?”

“I’m not a hero,” I was startled when he said that with disgust. Okay? Chill.

“Yeah, but he was also stranded on an island, and he learned how to survive all by himself,” I explained, trying not to go back to the hero part. What I noticed about Trevor is that he's not really that talkative, but he’s radio silent about topics he doesn’t really want to talk about. Maybe they just hit a sore spot, but I also learned not to mess with him because one, he’s way bigger than me and he can literally strangle me to death. Two, because I don’t know anything about fishing or hunting or any survival skills I need to live, and he knows all of that. In short, he’s my lifeline. Third, he’s strong enough to carry me wherever, which I cannot just do because of my ankle. There are many more reasons not to piss him off, but my brain isn't functioning that well already because of hunger. I must have said hunger a hundred times already and this fish is still not cooked?!

“Why was he stranded?” he asked curiously, which made me smirk.

“Their yacht was ruined by a storm.”

“Where is he now?”

“Oliver Queen? I don’t know. The series has already ended but the actor, I guess he’s living a pretty decent life considering how that show blew up,” I explained nonchalantly as I wet my lips looking at the delectable meal in front of me. The fish! Okay? The fish!

“What?!” I returned my gaze at him, and he met my eyes.

“What?!” I mimicked him, not understanding why he was suddenly raising his voice at me.

“Series?” he asked, confused. He looked like a lost child that I took pity on him and started to explain.

“Yeah. A series. It’s what you watch on television, you know?” I can't help but sound mocking. He was just so funny looking so lost like that.

“So, it’s not in real life?” he asked once more. Ugh! I just brought that series up because a conversation started and now he’s dwelling on it too much!

“Yeah! It’s a series called Green Arrow. It’s not real life, get over it,” I exclaimed as I flipped my hair.

“I figured. This can't happen in real life,” he was murmuring something incomprehensible. I was just about to ask him about it, but he suddenly stood up.

“Where are you going again?” I asked, irritated. All I wanted was to eat, while all he wanted was to walk and walk and walk!

I wasn’t even surprised when he didn’t answer me back. Of course! It’s like opening his mouth would cost him a finger or something.

He came back two minutes later with banana leaves in his hand. He walked towards the trees beside the mansion and came back immediately with a piece of cloth in his hand.

“Wipe the leaves using this,” he ordered as he gave me the leaves and the cloth.

“Why don’t you do it?” I asked, raising my brow. Well, I don't do work! I never do work. I’m too rich to do anything remotely menial.

"Do you want to eat or not?” he must have heard my grumbling stomach because he definitely knows my weakness. Oh well, I've been complaining to him a lot, eh? I started wiping the banana leaves with the cloth. I wanted to press hard to make sure that the leaves were clean when he suddenly grabbed the leaves from me.

“Give me that,” he said, extending his arm, asking for the cloth. I immediately gave him the cloth and then he started wiping.

“I said wipe, not ruin,” he murmured which I heard.

“I heard that you, tree!”

“Sure, Princess.”

“That’s right, I’m a princess!”