bodies.”
“So where’s your Warden?” She asked.
“That’s enough.” The two roughly spoken words startled Max so much she almost dropped her sword. The giant silent one had finally deigned to speak. Max noticed how everyone in the room tacitly acknowledged the man when he spoke. Her earlier assumption had been correct, the Hulk was some kind of boss or leader. His dark assessing eyes pinned her to her seat and Max felt goose bumps break out across her exposed skin.
“History lesson over. I think you’ve heard enough from us.”
That voice! Like smooth molasses, deep and resonating but not a bass like Beyden’s was. And to think she had pictured Axel’s and Beyden’s voice whispering sweet nothings. This guy made them sound like choking ducks! The tell-tale throb from her nether regions waned however, with his next words.
“Who the fuck are you really and why the fuck are you really here?”
SIX
Max stiffened and narrowed hard eyes at the Adonis. Just when she felt like she was beginning to get some solid answers, his harsh questions had her erecting her defences once again. She couldn’t really blame him, she supposed. She didn’t trust them any farther than she could throw them and by the sounds of it, it was extremely uncommon for someone to be a warden and not know about it. His obvious suspicions contradictorily made her less suspicious of them though; a person who asked questions was an intelligent person in her books. What really bothered her was the disrespectful tone he had used. Swearing she could handle – she knew she had a foul mouth of her own – but she couldn’t tolerate bad manners.
“Excuse me?” She questioned coolly. When she felt offended she tended to get a little snotty.
“I want to know what game you’re playing.”
“I’m not really a sports fan. I don’t play games.” More snottiness. He hadn’t even moved from his shadowy little corner. He could see her but she couldn’t see him, giving him a distinct advantage. It was just plain rude!
The chuckle that rolled from the darkness was cutting and mocking, “Do you really expect us to believe you are a long lost warden? One of the most esteemed citizens of our society? That you have been bumbling around on your own out there in the big bad world with no knowledge of who and what you are?”
“So I’m lying am I?” Although she couldn’t make out his eyes she somehow knew she was staring directly into them, “I can assure you, this is all news to me. You are the ones who found me , not the other way around.”
“Yes. Very convenient.”
“ Convenient? ” Max cringed internally when she heard the high pitch of her voice. She sounded like a shrew. How could this man blow all of her composure in less than five minutes? She gave herself an internal bitch slap and responded reasonably, “It was your fucking lemmings who dragged me back here! I didn’t even want to come!”
“A convincing act I’m sure. It got you back here. But I’m not as gullible as them.” He jabbed his thumb at the three men who had protected her from the phantoms even as he finally emerged from the corner, stepping fully into the light. “And I don’t buy your whole innocent act.”
“Ah, excuse me – gullible? I didn’t exactly come in on the last wave Ryker! She’s a fucking warden! We could sense her vitality clear across the room at the bar. And the chades were drawn to her like bees to honey!” Axel sounded angry but Max barely registered the words. She was too busy trying not to orgasm at the dining table.
Ryker! Finally a name to go with that body of his, Max thought as she shivered in delicious anticipation. The name certainly fit him. The guy looked like he belonged in a maximum security prison after all. He had a heavy five o’clock shadow, messy black hair almost touching his shoulders and bulging muscles displayed perfectly by his plain white tee shirt. He had a huge scar running from under his jaw all the
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