Naked

42 Familiar places

Sometimes in my life, I wondered what had I done to deserve this fate? This solitude, this... exile from my birthright. WHY had it be me the one to suffer when there were plenty of people out there that deserved it much more than I.

True that was an awful thing to think but it makes sense...

So many people that had had terrible characters lived till old age doing every possible heinous act on the backs of others, without ever paying the price. They lorded over people, shamed them, ostracised them from social circles for minuscule things and simply made them live in insufferable conditions.

'Here.' Wyatt barked snapping me efficiently out of my reverie. My head shot up to examine the place where he had brought me. The other part of the prison that was for them a safe house.

He hadn't taken me to another place as I had first imagined he would. When I came to realise that his purpose was to hide me from the Colonel, a part of me was thrilled at the prospect of never laying eyes on that man again, but the more rational part was wondering WHY?

Why had Wyatt gone behind that man's back? What was he after? What was his endgame? Didn't he know that should the Colonel ever found out that he was scheming there would be no one powerful enough to save him?

Not that I was going to open his eyes to the truth of it... In fact, Wyatt being greedy and stupid was going to be handy and I had every intention of taking advantage of it.

I looked around for just enough time to realise we were standing outside, probably one of the few whole doors this place had. It was dusted, old, creaky and all and all in mint condition.

'It should be enough for now.' I heard him mumbled to himself again.

I think it was time I started acting on my masterful plan, even if it didn't actually work out the way I wanted it to.

'Wyatt. Thank you.' I furrowed my brows and looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes I could muster. Stroking his ego should be relatively easy. Greedy people liked taking whatever they could, flattery sometimes was one of them.

Wyatt studied my face with a sceptical expression at first but shortly after I saw the glint in his eyes that proved me right this time. He felt triumphant.

Part one, successful.

Thankfully Wyatt was one of these types of people that basked in the attention. It made me wonder if this overinflated ego of his was the reason behind betraying Gerard. I didn't know how long he followed him, but judging by Gerard's reaction the last time we spoke, it must have been long enough for history to exist between them.

'Don't ever think for a second ye can escape here, girl. Ye will stay here as long as it takes for ye to tell me where Bennet is. Understand?' he gritted through his teeth giving me a pointed finger.

I shook my head in emphatically widening my eyes. Escaping her was not the plan. Time to get my act together.

'I still... thank you for getting me out of there. You know how that man is.' I tried to sound as broken and useless and as maiden-in-distress, I could. In part I was so it came a little easier to fool him.

I saw his eyes soften just a fraction before he pulled the finger back and rubbed his nape, averting his gaze to the floor.

'Just... make sure ye give me what I want.' he snapped and marched off abruptly slamming the door behind him.

I hoped he believed every word I told him.

---------- Come on, Foxy! Get your head straight!

How?