“You’re a twig.”
“So are you!”
“My point exactly.” I sighed. “Plus, we don’t know how to escape. Until we find a way, we can train. But we’re not staying here a year.”
Oliver groaned again.
“If I have to suffer through General Ronen’s pissy personality, then so do you.”
“At least he’s nice to look at.” Oliver grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes.
After discussing plans and options, a maid with a bandage on her neck brought more food up. We devoured the juicy chicken, let Rune back into the room, then cuddled in my huge bed and slept.
A warm tonguelapped against my face, and a sharp poke woke me from my sound sleep.
“What?” I moaned, swatting at Oliver’s hand.
“Rune’s eyes are lit up, and someone knocked on the door.”
I lifted my head. “It’s not even light out yet,” I complained, shoving my face back into my pillow.
“Don’t think he cares.”
No, he didn’t. Especially since he stormed into my room, lacking the decency to wait for an answer. I swore I locked both doors too.
Standing at the foot of my bed, he scowled, his jaw tight as he gazed between us. Was he upset that Rune slept here? That didn’t make sense. He knew where she was and could call her back at any time. Unless he was upset Oliver slept here? But that made even less sense.
“I didn’t say you could come in.”
Not like that mattered. He came and went as he pleased, with or without my approval—even if it was my damned bedroom.
What if I slept naked?What would he do then?
I almost wanted to test it. Just to witness his embarrassment.
“Get up and get dressed. Your father’s waiting for you two.” He turned his scowl on Oliver. “Go to your room and change.”
I latched onto Oliver’s hand before he could move, yanking him down to whisper in his ear. “Don’t leave me.”
Oliver quirked a brow. “I don’t think he was asking.”
He pried my fingers off his arm and climbed out of bed, grabbing his pants as he left.
Oliver liked to sleep in boxers, just like I preferred shorts and a camisole. I didn’t care what he wore to sleep; he’d never make a move on me. The whole “lacking a dick” kind of put a stop to that. Even if he wasn’t gay, he was my best friend—and not my type.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that a flicker of black flashed in the general’s eyes, as if Oliver’s attire had somehow pissed him off.
I shifted back in bed, wishing Oliver would hurry up and return. I didn’t want to deal with the awkward tension building between me and the general.
He watched me, his expression guarded and cold, lips curling in a way that only frustrated me more.
I didn’t deserve his condescending judgment. He didn’t know me—we’d barely spoken. Sure, I may have insulted him several times, but the moment he barged into my room, he already had that glower on his face. Then he proceeded to forcemyfriend out ofmybed.
I sat up straighter and lifted my chin.
If he wanted a stare-off, then he’d get one.
