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Stabilizing herself, the girl stood and brushed off her jumpsuit. “I’m sorry,” Thorne said. She spun toward him, eyes wild. “It seems that you’ve stumbled into the wrong jail cell. Do you need directions to get back to yours?” She blinked. Thorne smiled. The girl frowned.
His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately.
With a nod, Thorne started down the street. “This way.” Five steps later he paused, pondered, turned around. “No, no, this way.” “We’re dead.” “No, I’ve got it now. It’s this way.” “Don’t you have an address?” “A captain always knows where his ship is. It’s like a psychic bond.” “If only we had a captain here.”
“Don’t come any closer!” Scarlet yelled. The chicken clucked and dawdled away. “I will shoot, you know.” “I know.” A flicker of kindness passed over him and he pointed at his temple. “You’ll want to aim for the head. That usually makes for a fatal shot. Or, if you’re feeling shaky, the torso. It’s a larger target.” “Your head looks pretty big from here.” He laughed—the expression changing everything about him. His stance relaxed, his face warmed.
“I could win against six,” he said. “Any more than that and it could be a close call.” Scarlet smirked. “You’re not in danger of low self-esteem, at least.” “What do you mean?” “Nothing at all.” She kicked a stone from their path. “How about you and … a lion?” “A cat? Don’t insult me.” She laughed, the sound sharp and surprising. “How about a bear?” “Why, do you see one out there?” “Not yet, but I want to be prepared in case I have to rescue you.” The smile she’d been waiting for warmed his face, a glint of white teeth flashing.
