Chapter 14
A Question of Honor
***EPOV
I want to ask her why those exact terms were even necessary asking. But I know that if I do, it won't get me anywhere. I can see it in the stubborn set of her little jaw. The shudder covering her eyes.
A part of me didn't want to know, either. Well, it already did but it didn't want it confirmed.
Yes, you do.
Yes.
I did.
I was in the mood to kill.
"You've got it. I'm sure Markonius told you about me..."
"Yes," she answered. "A bit. Your name is..."
"Edward," I supplied, knowing that the English version of my name would be more comfortable for her.
She smirked, the tilt of her lip distracting me. "What? Embarrassed of Eduardus?" she actually teased.
Teased.
I heard something crying softly.
Pitifully.
I'm pretty sure the sound was somehow coming from between my legs.
But I won't lie and say I didn't like seeing her like this. Less guarded. A tiny bit more open.
With one promise, I'd made her a little more comfortable. Softer. The universe finally whispered then, warning me how rare this was.
I finally knew something of my 'ward' beyond her lip and toughness. She carried the pain of a horrible life inside her.
Shaken by the suddenly unwanted knowledge, I glanced up to the clock on her wall. Exactly fourty-eight minutes had passed since I'd met this very odd girl.
And something in me was already dying from the curiosity to know it all.
Like I said, fucked. Think it'll be so easy to keep that promise?
I knew it wasn't even a question. I didn't have a choice.
Bigger question was, why the hell was I even doubting myself?
The crying sound somehow intensified although, apparently, I was the only one in the room hearing it.