Deanna crossed her arms, glaring at Corbett as she leaned on the window sill, bathed in moonlight.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked smugly.
"It's like my favourite dream come true," she said in a voice worthy of Corbett's fan club.
Corbett rolled his eyes. "Just because you love me so dearly doesn't mean you have to shout it to the world."
"Get bent, Corbett," Deanna snapped, looking away.
"You can be so heartbreaking sometimes," Corbett said with mock pain, laying a hand over his forehead.
"I can also slam your nose into your brain," Deanna said with a quick smile.
Corbett tutted, shaking his head. "I do have handcuffs you know," he mocked.
"Ooh, how sexy," she sneered.
He chuckled.
"Hey, I asked your dad a question earlier, and he said to ask you. Who was the Hunter chosen in the Peace Treaty?"
Corbett turned to her, his face blank.
"Blake Lawler."
Deanna's heart froze.
Blake? They had chosen Blake? He was going to be forced to fight his fellow Hunters, and would probably die himself. And she'd bet Corbett had chosen him.
She saw him watching her, and realized he wanted a response.
A single purpose anchored itself in her mind; get out and find Blake. But first, she had to get past Corbett.
If she attacked him, he'd call in guards and she'd be chained down. She smiled, her eyelids lowering as her eyes sparkled.
"Nevermind," she said, brushing aside the news as if it were of no concern. "He didn't have many benifits anyway. You, on the other hand..."
She placed a hand on his chest, snaring Corbett with her eyes.
"You are so much better than that piece of junk."
Guilt tore at her chest at the thought of calling Blake that, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She ran a hand through Corbett's blonde locks, slipping her arms around his neck.
"How about a kiss?" she whispered.
It worked. She could almost hear his heart thrumming as he leaned closer. Corbett's lips brushed hers.
Her hand slipped to his belt, his fingers running over a set of handcuffs.
He froze, his eyes snapping open as he heard the soft click of metal around his wrist.
Deanna stepped back, smiling.
Corbett was chained to a cupboard handle.
"You little-" he snarled, jerking forwards, the chain pulling him up short.
Deanna picked her dagger from his belt, before turning to the door. She ignored his outraged cries as she ran down the empty hallway.
