Page 84 of Bosse
Bosse looked at the mated pair of strange shifters.
Had Adrian just told the Guardian that information? Did they also speak in their minds? He didn’t care. He wanted to know for sure he was going. “Does this mean you accept my offer to help?”
In no rush to answer, the Guardian studied Bosse for a long stretch of silence before saying, “Yes, but you should know this. If you put saving this other woman ahead of rescuing our captured mate, that will be an unforgivable action. Are we clear?” His words rolled out on a wave of power no one here missed.
“I understand.” Bosse did not know how he would rescue the mate, Alifair, and her friend, but he would have to figure that out when they arrived. Based on her timeline, it was too soon to think Alifair had escaped yet.
Jaz and Adrian both wore expressions of concern.
Bosse didn’t need them to warn him that crossing this eagle shifter could be more dangerous than anything he had faced in the arena.
Chapter 19
Alifair had been assignedclothes washing, which suited her.
She’d been questioned over and over by Eriko early this morning. She could tell he was suspicious of her. He’d change his tactic to ask about her duties. Then, in the middle of her answering his first question, he’d interrupt to ask the last time she’d been in the downstairs cage area.
A question he’d already asked her once before.
With disruptive sleep since Bosse left, she fought exhaustion and yawned a lot to make sure he knew she was tired.
He hadn’t cared if she’d been bleeding to death.
The only thing that had helped her was having thought through everything Eriko or Krol might ask her. She’d given him the same answer both times, but she might have faltered if he’d kept up the interrogation for another two hours. There were moments when he’d sit quietly and say nothing.
A good tactic to make someone guilty start talking.
Not a tactic she’d fall for even when tired.
She’d spent her entire life keeping her mouth shut about her clan, her mother’s powers, and her own powers, feeble as they were. When he finally allowed her to go to bed, she’d had no time to sleep if she wanted to beat Hessie to the kitchen. She’d rushed to dress again, braided her hair once more that had come apart, hid the knife in her sleeve, and literally ran to the kitchen.
Hessie was still there first. She had her body angled toward the back of the kitchen and head down, cutting meat into sections while muttering to herself.
Alifair’s pulse went mad as she tiptoed over to the workstation where she’d taken the knife. She couldn’t just put it back in place and risk Hessie catching the movement. She found a place to slide it between two cabinets.
Hessie hadn’t looked up yet.
