Half-Breed

Chapter 12

Trust him... the same voice that warned me about the Addisan wanting to figure out who I was said. He is a friend and will be an ally for you.

"Let me up, Copeland," I said and gently shoved him when I called him by his last name, even though I had a feeling he already knew our names. "It's fine. It's safe."

"Are we seriously doing that now?" Timothy asked, with a small hiss in his voice, not moving out of my way and letting me stand.

"Copeland," I warned and bared my teeth in warning while I narrowed my eyes, and he rolled his eyes and scowled, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Fine, Neeley," he said and rolled his eyes before he moved out of my way. "Are we trusting this stupid Addisan?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper while his voice turned darker and filled with warning.

"The Addissan can hear you even with you whispering," I said with a small hiss in my voice, earning a small snort from the Addisan at the other side of the wall.

Timothy's eyes grew wide and his cheeks turned a bit red with embarrassment, but he didn't say a word, wanting me to answer his question anyway, even though he called the Addisan stupid.

I rolled my eyes and scowled. "Yes, we are," I said and nodded in confirmation. I grabbed my gun tighter and set my jaw still nor sure about trusting this Addisan either but trusting this voice. "Let's go."

"I-" He stopped talking when I shot him a scathing look with sharp teeth and purple eyes because I knew that he wanted to lead, but I was going to do that no matter what he said because this was on me and not him.

A grin appeared on his face, and he held his hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok," he said, chuckling. "You can lead, Neely. There is no need to show me pointy teeth or purple eyes. I was just saying and wanted to help out."

I rolled my eyes and scowled but didn't say a word while I walked that way with Timothy following behind me, both of us with our safety off of our guns and ready to shoot if needed.

The Addisan held his hands up in surrender when we came into view and kept his head bowed. "Hello, Your Highness," he said before he cleared his throat and bowed lower. "I hope you are well."

I set my jaw and narrowed my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line because I did not like being called "Your Highness," even though I knew that it was who I was and was supposed to be.

The Addisan frowned and bowed his head lower. "I'm to be called Freyin. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I am Neeley and he is Copeland," I said and gestured to Timothy, who was standing at my side. "It's nice to meet you, as well, Freyin."

Freyin bit back a small smile and didn't look at us. "I am aware of both names that you go by, Your Highness," he said and cleared his throat, "but if you are uncomfortable with me calling you by them, then I do understand."

I held back an eye roll and set my jaw tighter. "You said that you were a friend?" I asked, grabbing my gun tighter while I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Yes," Freyin said and nodded in confirmation. He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet before he looked around and made sure that we were alone before he looked at me. "How much do you know about the politics that goes around here?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question.

"None," I admitted, earning a curious look from Timothy. "I do not know anything about the politics that is going on around here."

Freyin set his jaw and nodded. "Most of us want to go home and try to figure out how to survive there again," he said. "Your father is one of them." He paused and cleared his throat, flicking his tail. "Your grandfather on the other hand..." He shrugged and grimaced.

"Wants to rule here and take away human's lives if they have been deemed "impure" or "bad" by the society that they live in," I replied coldly. "Yes, I know that part, Freyin. That is nothing new."

Again, Freyin nodded, muttering a small apology under his breath. "May I ask where you are trying to go?" he asked. "We should start leaving and not standing around with time ticking by, Your Highness."

"You may not ask," Timothy said, earning a small hiss from me. He nudged me but didn't say a word. "No offence, but I do not trust you, and Neeley shouldn't either." He shot me a look that told me not to answer Freyin's question, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and scowl.

"Of course," Freyin said and bowed, amused and not that upset about Timothy's attitude toward him. "Then may I suggest using something that I have to get there? It's not a trap. You have my word." He bowed again.

"Is it because as you stated, you will follow my father and not the king?" I asked and raised an eyebrow in question, still remembering that voice telling me to trust him.

"Yes," Freyin confirmed and nodded. "I will help where I can, and so will your father, but there is still not that much we can do if we want to keep our lives and go back home." He shrugged and grimaced. "At least until the king is dead or taken care of."

"And why would the Committee let you go?" Timothy asked, and I shot him an annoyed look. "You have to pay for your crimes."

"Copeland," I warned and bared my teeth, my teeth lengthening while I grabbed my gun tighter in my hand.

"No, Your Highness, it is ok," Freyin said and shook his head before he looked at Timothy. "Some of us do not agree with what the king has done and set us all as targets to those of the Committee. We've tried to stop him, but unfortunately power and greed has taken hold of him, and there are those that do not turn their backs to him." He gestured to the dead Addisan at his feet.

"And why hasn't my father done anything to help?" I asked and grabbed my gun tighter in my hand. I set my jaw and narrowed my eyes while I took a threatening step toward him.

"He's tried," Freyin replied and held his ground but bowed deeper, nervous. "He has tried countless times to help the Committee and tried to help the kids to escape. However, he is only able to do some things while he tries to go behind his father's back."

He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet before he looked at me. "I'm sure that you are aware that he knows you are here?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question while Timothy sent me a questioning look, not knowing what Freyin meant.

I bit back an annoyed sigh and slowly nodded, setting my jaw. "Yes," I confirmed. "I am aware that he knows."

"Aware of what?" Timothy asked and furrowed his brows. He looked between the two of us before he looked at me. "What is he aware of, Neeley?"

I set my jaw tighter and looked at my comrade, my blue eyes darker and showing my anxiety that I tried to keep off my face. I didn't say a word while I looked at him, my face pale and nervous.

Timothy frowned and looked at me with a worried expression on his face. He didn't say a word while he looked at me, waiting for me to answer his question in hopes of me not taking too long to do so.

Finally, I sighed and shook my head before I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet, lowering my gun ever so slightly. "The Prince, my father, knows that I am here," I said, finally, "and he knows that I am here to destroy what I can to help save innocent children's lives from being slaughtered like cattle and eaten as food when Earth has more options than the planet that they once called home."