"Do you have to hang around like this?" I glared at Warrick as he sat at the table closest to the bar, sipping his refill coffee and reading the paper as I worked my shift at the restaurant.
He glanced at me quickly, setting the cup down on the table.
"Morpheus said guard you, so here I am. If you have a problem with it, take it up with him." he muttered over the top of the paper.
Arrogant a*s.
"Oh I will." I muttered under my breath, wiping a spot from the counter furiously.
I had been treated like a prisoner for three days and already I was sick of it. It even made me think of regretting my killing the beast nightmare... but then I remember what he was about to do and suddenly it seemed worth it. Even if I was chained to Warrick's side for the rest of my life it would be worth it.
