“What?”
“Now, there’* that whole trust issue, prisoner.”
“Speaking of prisoners * what do you plan on doing with me?”
“That depends on if you plan on talking to me.”
He sighed, running through his options one more time. With a band of outlaws who knew the situation, who knew how to survive out here, hiding…Having their help would be powerful. They could use the added strength. They hated Issavan, there was no doubt they’d want to help.
He took a deep breath. “Rivera – I’m going to tell you everything.” She paused again, and he felt her fingernails digging into his back. Suppressing a wince, he continued, “I think I can trust you – and who knows, maybe you can help. But…at least for now, can this go no further than us?”
“You can trust me. But prisoner, I’ll have to discuss what you tell me with my – with the others.”
“Can’t you tell them you want to help me? Do they have to know everything? Please, Rivera, this is serious stuff.”
She was silent for a long time as she finished his bandages and gestured for him to turn back over. Mechanically she poured a glass of water and pressed it into his hands. Then, “Fine.”
He nodded and smiled weakly. “Gods, I hope I am doing the right thing…” And then he began to tell his story.
~*~*~*~ End of Chapter ~*~*~*~
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