King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 10

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A fire made of anger and weariness flared up in my veins.

"Why? That's not much to ask!"

"You can't negotiate, little mouse princess."

'Damn lizard!' I thought, my hand clenching into a fist on my knee.

An inhuman hiss rose from the recesses of that inhuman body, a hand slammed over the entrance and claws harder than diamond wounded the rocks.

"That's the third time you've called me that, rat."

How did he know... Oh, right! The mental link thing. How mental.

"And you call me rat." I pointed out.

"That's what you are," he snapped, eyes on me.

Had he counted how many times I called him lizard?

"Yes, I counted them. No one has ever dared to call me that in my entire existence, rat."

"You've called me rat at least ten times," I should have counted them too.

Was this situation going to end in a creepy way for me? Part of me thought I could sneak away and escape. Go back to my village and fill the chair, not leave another empty space around the family table. Another part was sure that the creepiness of the situation would grow exponentially. There was another part of me, tiny, ignorable and rather silly, that felt a morbid attachment to this being.

Perhaps insulting him, even just in the privacy of my own head, was not a good strategy if I needed his help in finding Gianni.... 

Extinguishing my own fire, saving it for later, I licked my chapped lips, finding my mouth suddenly dry, my gaze always held by his. "You look smarter than a lizard."

"Smarter than a lizard? Ah, what a praise."

Forearm leaning against the wall, he leaned toward the entrance, a silver lock fell over his forehead. 

I thought I heard the cave creaked as he leaned his bulk frame against it. "You know what I am, you have known my true self." His voice sounded like music from a time long gone.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears. I did not want to hear him speak-about the other thing.

"I will stop calling you lizard if you stop calling me mouse," I pointed at him then to my chest and he followed the move with those beaming eyes. 

"A compromise. Have you ever heard of the word?" I bet he hadn't.

"No, I haven't, mouse."

I rolled my eyes. "Why did you call me rat anyway? I'm not a-" His grin flashed huge fangs-his features transformed slightly. He seemed to... I swallowed. Features seemed sharper, more scales popped out all over his neck and cheekbones. 

Those rare smiles did not match the harshness of his predatory features. "You look like one. You are one."

"Of course," I said with sarcasm that barely concealed the tremor in my voice. "And you look like a lizard." 

 Lie. He didn't. 

There was nothing in common with this frighteningly beautiful, or beautifully scary-looking being.

His nostrils quivered. "Why don't you come out so you can judge for yourself?"

I shuddered at the gaze glued on me. "No. I'm fine here."