Moments passed without either a word exchanged. Truly, I bit back more disgust. Maybe this man did save me or maybe he promised not to harm me, but he was still a Kakodaemon and I, still a prisoner. And with the deplorable condition of my body, not to mention the bitter taste of betrayal still a fresh sting to my heart, nothing could stop this godless creature from finishing what Elias started.
“Kel is it?” This time I didn’t try to hide the disdain coating my voice. This man wasn’t a child and the smell of spilled blood clung rampant to every facet of his body.
An elegant brow arched up, wrinkling an otherwise smooth forehead. A curious light glinted from deep within those crimson pools staring down at me. Laughter? I wrinkled my nose in response. Was he mocking me? Yet, no sound came out from those thin lips nor did he gnash his teeth in anger. Again he reached over and swept a few wisps of blonde hair from my eyes and again I flinched away. Then I settled, glaring at him with a mixture of confusion and oddly enough, curiosity. That’s when a bellow of rich laughter burst from the Kakodaemon but not the mocking or triumphant laughter I expected.
“After all that has happened to you, I don’t blame you for your hesitation.” Kel spoke once his laughter died. He folded his arms over his chest, cocking his head slightly to the right. “So, Ylanna tells me that you are Captain Malachai Lu’Umar, an Avant-garde in the Agathodaemon Army.”
So she knew who I was. Wasn’t really a surprise though; she didn’t seem to be a greenhorn in my eyes. My eyes fell on my bandaged chest. How I wish I could sit up. I twitched my abdomen and winced feeling their protest. A few more days. At least I was alive. For now. Then I looked back up at Kel.
“I take it you are the leader of this facility.” More statement than question. Seeing the respect Ylanna paid for the man spoke volumes.
“I am.” Again he smiled down at me. “Get some rest. When Ylanna releases you come see me at my tent. She’ll inform you to its location.”
Before I could respond, Kel retreated out of the room leaving me to my own devices. Sighing, I pulled at the edges of the bed until I successfully turned myself onto my left side, off my injured wing. Then I closed my eyes hoping that I would wake up the next day. What in Tartarus was going to happen to me? Betrayed. Broken. And now in the company of my enemy. Still, things couldn’t get worse.