far longer than Solo has,” X suddenly said, causing Solo’s attention to whip to him. “It’s only right that he share.”
His robe had a single singe mark, just over his heart, and his skin was pale, lines of strain branching from his eyes, but he was grinning just as happily as before.
“And haven’t you heard?” X added. “It’s far better to give than to receive.”
“The girl?” he whispered.
Satisfaction radiated from the being. “She is safe.”
“How?” He’d heard nothing, and so little time had passed.
“Darkness cannot remain in the light.”
He wasn’t sure what that meant in terms of Vika’s safety, but allowed the subject to drop. Vika was safe. That was all that mattered.
“So you got a crush on our keeper, do you? I thought so,” Criss said. “Well, the romantic in me approves. It’s a real beauty-and-the-beast-type story, and I’m in! When my brothers come to get me, and they will, I’ll make sure I only kill Vika a little bit so that there’s something left for you to have as a souvenir. I vow it. You’re welcome. Now, please. Give me the honey!”
Somehow, he managed to maintain a blank expression. He wouldn’t discuss his feelings for Vika—whatever they were—and he wouldn’t allow himself to react to being called a beast while there was nothing he could do about it. However, he knew how to keep score. That was strike two for Criss. At three . . . poor dead girl.
That’s what everyone would call her.
“Not good enough,” he said. “Vow what I demanded.” He pretended to bite into half of a biscuit. “Otherwise, you get nothing.”
“Okay, okay,” she rushed out. “I vow it. I won’t harm her again. Ever. With anything.”
A moment passed, and her entire body shook as though hooked to an electric generator. Her spine jerked into total alignment, going ramrod straight. “What was that?”
“A reminder that you will not like the consequences of breaking your word,” he warned.
She popped her jaw. “You’re a tricky Jolly Red Giant, aren’t you? Well, that’s okay as long as you give me the rest of what you promised.” Those long, elegant fingers waved with more vigor.
He tossed her the portion. Just as before, she caught the food and devoured every morsel.
“Can’t you do anything right today? If you wanted to share with her, fine, but you should have made her work for it,” Dr. E griped. “And by ‘it’ I mean half of the smallest biscuit, not half of the entire bag.”
Sighing with contentment, Criss lay back in her cage, a rare gem in a sea of dull stones.
His life would have been easier if he’d speculated about Criss all night. Instead, it was Vika he was drawn to, Vika he wanted to talk to, Vika he wanted to learn about and . . . Vika he wanted to save, even from himself. His hands curled into fists. She was his ticket out of here. He had to do whatever was necessary, even to her.
“Hey!” one of the other captives called. “New guy. Hamburglar.”
“What’d you give Criss?” someone else demanded.
“I want me some!”
Solo snapped his teeth at the speakers, and they went quiet. Two even bowed their heads, recognizing a predator far more dangerous than themselves—one they did not want to rile, even caged as he was.
The Targon blew him a kiss.
Kitten watched him with expectant impatience.
Without a word, he claimed a piece of bacon and tossed half of what remained in the bag to her, and the other half to the Targon. She caught her portion and dug in. The Targon shook his head and volleyed his portion to her, as well.
“Sweet gesture, but I can’t eat this,” the Targon said. “My woman—” He slammed his lips together, going silent. And he must have decided that wasn’t good enough, because he spun, giving Solo his back.
Interesting.
“I’m too happy to be upset that you shared with Kitten without making her give the dumbest vow ever,” Criss purred. “She’s feral, by the way. I’m surprised you got her to talk to you rather than spit curses, but news flash, you’ll never be able to tap that.”
He ate the bacon, relished the flavors.
“I’m not a beer keg,” Kitten snapped.
Voices from beyond the clearing caught his attention.
“They’ll be here in less than an hour. Move your lazy carcasses, now, now, now!”
“Have you glued the spikes to the paddle?”
“Feed the snakes, Rasa! If they take one more nibble out of my hand, I’m gonna start biting back.”