Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,68

the look on his face.

"We don't want to argue, that is going to get us nowhere," Killian awkwardly says, clapping a hand onto Seth's shoulder. "Right, bro?"

"Right," Seth eventually replies, and Storm rests back, crossing his arms.

"A bit of advice, because I'm the fucking nice guy, don't leave the house for a few weeks," he tells them both.

"Why?" Killian asks.

"Your family locked up everyone in this place, and you added a fair chunk. That test I made you do, everyone here has done. That means they are good souls, but even good people can't resist getting revenge on the ones who locked them up," he warns them.

"We got it," Killian tensely replies, pushing up off the table. He looks down at me for a second, and there is so much guilt in his eyes before he leaves the room with Seth following after him.

"Can I help you clean up, Coxen?" Jade asks as Coxen starts picking up the plates. He nods, and I help her pile the plates before she takes them to the sink with Coxen.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm taking you for a tour," Storm informs me.

"Are you now?" I reply.

"What else are you going to do here?" he asks, and he has me there. It takes me a few seconds to come up with an idea.

"Plan a way to escape," I reply, and he only laughs. Why am I starting to like his feckin’ sexy laugh?

"I will be waiting for you in the morning. It's a date," he grins, looking happy that he got his own way.

"It isn't a date!" I shout after him, hearing his laugh for a response before he disappears around the corner. What a feckin’ eegit!

"Seems you have a date," Jade chuckles as she comes to get more of the plates off the table.

"No, I have one feckin’ asshole who thinks he is getting a date when in reality he has another thing coming entirely," I remark, but Jade only grins at me before walking off. Why does it feel like Storm is going to be nothing but trouble?

21

I brush a hand across my face when I feel something tickling my nose before I roll over and bury my head into my pillow. Suddenly, something pulls my hair hard, and I cry out, sitting up and widening my eyes at the sight of Kit sitting on my pillow, a big clump of my curly red hair in his tiny hand.

"What the feckin’ hell is wrong with you?" I ask him, rubbing my head where it is sore from the missing clump. Kit just points a little finger towards his mouth, and I sigh. I know exactly what is wrong; he is hungry.

"Even if you are hungry, you can't go around pulling my hair out while I'm sleeping. I might accidentally stab you or something," I remark, and Kit makes a sound that suspiciously sounds like a laugh as I climb out of bed, feeling the cold floor under my feet as I go to the box at the end of my bed. I pull my bag out, searching in the side compartments until I find a packet of biscuits that my mum must’ve packed for me. There are also a few tea bags in the pocket to no doubt have with the biscuits. I wish I could give her a thank you hug. I swallow the sadness that builds in my throat when I think about my mum and how worried she must be, never mind the thought I might not see her again. Reminding myself to be strong can only last for a little while.

I remember how determined Seth looked about someone coming to rescue him and Killian, so there is hope there. I need to get close to Seth, at least close enough that he might tell me more about this rescue plan of his.

"Here you go. Make it last as I don't know how long we are going to be here." Kit, the greedy bastard, steals the biscuit I offer him and jumps off the bed, taking it and my hair, like a prize he won, with him. There is no description of crazy that suits Kit enough to call him it. I quickly use the bathroom before coming back into the bedroom and looking at the pile of clothes Storm got for us. After searching through the three long dresses that are handmade—pretty but not me at all—and finally getting to the bottom of the pile, I find a long black