Moral Compass

Chapter Twelve

The next day flew by with him hounding her with propositions. Each and every one she turned down with that same detached mien. At this point, he was sure she wasn't even listening, just humming at the right moments.

She'd tried ignoring him. That had only landed her with more volume.

Another night in a different cabin featured the same tricks. He cooked for her, showing off his top tier culinary skills. It landed him no progress. He practically kissed the ground she walked on, yet she still didn't bat an eyelash as she told him it wasn't happening.

When they reached the road she'd smashed the portal jumper on, they stopped walking for her to rifle through her bag. He watched her impatiently, sensing this journey was soon to come to an end, only he didn't know how.

When she pulled a fresh portal jumper from her bag, his mouth dropped.

He'd seen some evil tricks in his time. He'd performed many. But none topped this.

The helplessness. The hopelessness. And now this.

I could've escaped.

Did he want to escape? He'd barely taken his eyes off her ass for the journey.

Worth it.

But now this was where he stood.

If he'd have gotten his hands on that portal jumper nearly a week ago, he could've made a break for it. Sure, she'd have probably caught him before he could've made it back to this road—but the potential of that little device was endless.

"You're telling me you had that with you this entire time?"

She smirked. "Of course I did. How else were you expecting us to get out of here?"

"But I thought..."

"You thought because I made a big spectacle of destroying the other that it would be the only way out of here. Don't worry. You're not the first to think the same. This trick has never failed with me."

He'd been just as gullible as 731 other nobodies. How many of those cases had made the same plea for her help only to be shut down at the end of it?

I don't stand a chance.

Wait—no. He did. Because Seth wasn't the same as all those nobodies.

He had something the others didn't have.

When Fallon ditched him at his shag pad, he wouldn't have to try hard to find her.

Have fun getting rid of me Fal.

Seth was worse than the plague.

"I can't believe it."

"It sucks to suck I guess. Anyhow... Give me your arm."

He took a firm step back. "Promise me you'll let me work with you."

"No deal. Give me your arm."

"Come on Fallon."

"Not happening. If I have to grab you forcefully, I'll pinch you enough to bruise."

"Who says I wouldn't like that?"

"Would you enjoy regrowing your arm? I hear it's a gruelling process for witches."

Sighing, he offered her his arm. She took it wordlessly, pinching just the slightest bit.

"Look at how easily I follow orders."

"Look at how easily you roll onto your back."

"That's a matter of perspective."