wasn’t gonna bring that up. But I also wasn’t going to just sit around like an obedient dog.
I needed to check out the castle, find every exit, and plot my escape route for when the war ended. The Draax would have my skinny ass on the first ship to Earth, and that was the last thing I wanted. Not if I liked being alive, anyway.
As awful as this sounded, I hoped the war went on for a few months. I needed time to heal, scope out the castle, and steal enough supplies and food to help me survive on the Draax planet once I escaped. Eventually, I’d find my way back to Earth – I snuck on a Draax ship once before, I could do it again – but the longer I stayed on Draax, the more likely Richie Bulchanini would think I was dead.
You’re not going back to Iowa.
Well, I would try not to, but it’s not like I could walk onto a Draax ship and ask them what part of Earth they were going to. I’d have to take my chances. If I was lucky, I’d end up somewhere warm like Hawaii. Of course, with my luck, I’d sneak onto a ship going to, I dunno, Siberia or some other frozen wasteland.
I realized that Galan was staring silently at me and I smiled at him. “This is really fantastic. Thank you, Galan. I love my new place.”
He glanced around the apartment, a frown marring his forehead. “It is small and plain,” he repeated before walking to the door. “I must go. I have sword training with the recruits this morning.”
My gaze dropped to the sword around his waist. “Right. You guys are all slashy-slashy with the swords. Very…medieval.”
His hand grazed the handle of the sword and I could see the confusion in his gaze. Apparently deciding it wasn’t worth his time to ask for clarification, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. “Remember, Ellis, you are not to leave your room.”
“I won’t. I absolutely won’t,” I lied. “Have fun with your sword training.”
Galan closed the door and I waited two minutes before walking over and trying the handle. It was locked – no surprise there – and I studied the lock for a few minutes before smiling. Jesus, getting out of this room would be like taking candy from a baby.
I reached for my backpack before pausing. It would be better to wait. To lull them into a false sense of security. Hell, they might even start leaving my door unlocked if they thought I was a good little pet and did exactly what they said.
I finished the bottle of gallberry juice, set it on the small table, and then ran across the room and jumped on the bed. It was sinfully comfortable, and I stretched out on it and stared up at the ceiling.
Despite being locked in my quarters, I was deliriously happy. I supposed this was exactly how a death row prisoner felt when the governor called off the execution at the last minute. I rubbed my chest, my grin widening. For the first time in seven years, I was warm and fed and comfortable.
Don’t get used to it.
I wouldn’t. I might not be dying of cancer any longer, but I was still in a mess of trouble. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy the soft bed and unlimited food while it lasted.
Chapter Seven
Galan
I knocked on the door of the human’s quarters before unlocking it and opening it. “Ellis? I have brought you some lunch. You must eat…”
The thought died in my head and I stared wordlessly at the little human. She was standing in the small kitchen, her small body bent as she stared into the fridge. She was wearing my shirt and while it was just as baggy on her as the hospital gown, something inside of me strung tight at seeing her in my clothing. She was standing on one foot, the other rubbed up and down the back of one pale calf.
“Galan, what’s this yellow stuff?”
I watched her foot slide higher up her leg and disappear beneath my shirt. My cock was starting to harden, and I wanted to join her. Wanted to kneel at her feet and slide my hands under her shirt. Wanted to feel the smoothness of her thighs before I pressed them open and buried my face into her bare pussy. She would taste sweet. Sweeter than warracot. Sweeter than gallberries.
“Galan?”
I tore my gaze away