Alpha Faye

Chapter Five

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Word Count: 1903

~Faye

There's no words exchanged between us as we walk.

The dumbfounded Guards who actually pay attention don't stop us. They can't, considering my authority over them. So we wander past, right out of the cell together, him right at my side. Never once does he make a move to step away, his gait matching mine.

I can't explain why I trust him. I just do.

We walk outside, right through the main door. There shouldn't be anyone where I plan to take him. And if he escapes? Hopefully I will have an explanation by then. In reality, I have no reason to trust him, or to even want him to explain. I should have accepted the fact he will be put to death, and I will be safe from yet another Silent...

But I can't accept that. I've always believed in reasoning - I wouldn't have based my Pack values around it otherwise. I will hear him out, in the conditions he requires, if it means I get to understand.

And maybe at the same time, I will begin to understand why I feel so sympathetic toward him, as if his death is too painful to bear.

I'm blaming it on the wavy hair.

We wander into the gardens. It's an odd feeling, being here at night. The bite of the winter air wraps itself around the contrasting sweetness of the flower scented air. The gravel under our feets is the only sound, as we delve deeper into the gardens grip. Out here no one will hear us, or see us. We can talk freely.

There is a small raised mound of grass T joins me to sit on. I'm surprised to watch him sink to his knees as I do.

We sit there, watching each other.

"Do you trust me?" I ask shouldn't be the one asking this question, but I want him to think he can tell me why he's here. There has to be a valid reason. No Silent would show up and speak to the Alpha they are killing, before waking her Personal Guard knowing they would be caught.

He nods.

"I want to know why you did it, why you decided to spare my life," I say, prompting him to say something. Instead, he stares at me silently, gaze unwavering, the heat of it keeping me warm in the brittle night.

I raise an eyebrow, as I continue. "You can speak now, no one is around."

He exhales. Very slowly.

"I know."

I absorb the sound of his voice. After everything that has gone on today, I almost forgot how beautiful it is. Just two words hit me in the face like two fists. This is why I have to know more about him, as dangerous as it may seem.

Taking a deep breath, I try my best to summon up another question. "Are you really a Silent?"

"I'm an assassin," is his reply.

"An assassin kills people," I remind him. He knows what I mean by that. He knows he should have killed me, but he didn't. He let me live, which is why we are out here. If he doesn't answer, I think I might rip my hair out.

T seems good at concealing his emotions. I'm watching a blank slate that regards me with no words. If he isn't a Silent, then he damn well is good at naturally being quiet. I can't say I can relate to that at all.