The Captive

Chapter 13: Peace Treaty With a Supposed Psychopath

Scar's POV

When I stopped wallowing in self pit long enough to dress myself, I hurried my ass up.

Talon really was an impatient man and I wasn't in the mood to deal with his childish anger this morning.

When I exited my room, I noticed that the torches hadn' t been lit at all. 

It was cold and dark but neither of those bothered me. I could make out where everything was thankfully and the cold didn't bother me much. As V had commented, my magical wolfiness helped.

I sighed, shoving my hands into my pockets.

I frowned when I saw a single torch lit. What the hell?

Was the torch lighter so lazy as to only get one lit?

The whole area around it smelled like Jasmine.

I frowned at the familiar scent before walking into the kitchen.

One of the women eyed me and quickly grabbed a plate off to her side "Alpha Scar, breakfast." She handed me the plate.

I replied "Thank you." and took the plate gently from her. The bacon looked good, as did the bread.

I ate it quickly before heading out.

I found V crouching next to the little girl he'd been talking to last night. I think he said her name was Janie.

She was a cute kid and I envied her because I knew V would be less than inclined to smile at me today like he was at her.

He was showing her how to tie knots in daisy stems. She was watching him with wide-eyed interest.

"What if there isn't enough of the pink flowers though?" she asked.

V pursed his lips and looked around, then spotted the white ones and tugged Janie gently with him over to them.

"So, you can tie these in between them." He said and then added "See how the stems are bendy? That's good; they won't break when you knot them." Janie smiled "I'm going to make Lucas a necklace." she proclaimed.

V laughed and stopped as if feeling my gaze. He turned and saw me.

V leaned down and whispered to Janie "I've got to go, but we should be back at dinner time. I'll see you then." The girl frowned before jumping up and wrapping her arms around V's neck.

V stiffened before hugging her back and gently disengaging her.

He jogged over to me and though he willingly approached me, he did so without ever meeting my gaze. His whole demeanor shifted. It went from the gentle, caring persona he had for the young girl to the steely-eyed mute around me.

I deserved it.

Vasilisa's POV

We trudged on silently.

Talon seemed perfectly happy to keep it that way.

I couldn't help but compare the two.

Talon and Scar where both of the same height and build, but where Scar had dark hair of an indescribable shade of black, Talon's was white-blond. Scar's hair was short in comparison to some I'd seen, but it still hung to his shoulders. Talon's on the other hand had been recently...hacked it appeared as it was sticking out all over the place.

They seemed worlds apart on inside as well.

I mean, with today as an exception, Scar has been pretty reasonable for a dictator. I'd even go as far to say that he'd been friendly.