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And why would I tell you what was in store for you? Wouldn’t that take out the fun of the surprise?” he questioned. “I thought everyone enjoyed surprises.”
    Why was he toying with me so? Wasn’t it just adding insult to injury? Why not let me die in peace if that was my fate? Oh right, because I was a part of a squad sent in to murder their entire village . Granted only a couple of the Navani had died in the event, but that didn’t take away from their deaths or the purpose of the mission I had been sent on. The guilt of it all was heavy, but I really had no idea that they were civilized beings and not to mention humanoid. “I don’t think people care for the sacrificial or possible... dissection sort of surprises…”
    There was a moment of silence before Dracon spoke again smugly, "I don't know if you've ever had the opportunity, however, the human liver is quite a delicacy.”
    My stomach gave a heave. Oh god… was he serious? Were they going to eat me? Had they eaten the others? My silence was responded with a bout of genuine, hearty laughter. So was he joking? Or just twisted? “You really need to just relax or else that lock will pinch your limbs off with how much resistance you are giving it,” he finally spoke as his laughter died out.
    His words only made my muscles tense. This trap could actually apply so much pressure that it would cut my limbs off? With that thought in mind, I couldn’t fight anymore against the restraint. There was no way to be certain he was telling the truth, then again there was no way to find out if he was lying either. My body slumped back against the chair, the lock in a permanent tight hold. My head leaned back over the back of the chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible. “Night,” Dracon called over to me.
    I didn’t know if it was from the hour or so of fighting the binds, but my body seemed to just give into the thought of sleep. I struggled to even stay awake enough to call over in a sleepy mumble, “Good night.”

8
    Dracon
    T he little human seemed to be hard asleep even when the morning hours came and illuminated the hut. I pondered if humans needed more sleep than Navani, or if she was just genuinely exhausted. It could go either way, since we didn't know anything about the human anatomy other than they resembled us in many ways. After a shower and dressing, pulling my long black hair into a tie at the back of my head, I walked back out to find her still sleeping. Temptation overwhelmed me, unable to keep myself from nearing her. I stood close to her with my arms crossed over my chest, just staring at her in bewilderment. How could she be so divine but be human? Her face seemed to look even more youthful as she slept. For some reason, I felt cruel making her sleep in that chair, knowing it would be horrendously uncomfortable. Why should I care about her comfort? Why should I care about her? Amelia had come with a small militia of men to attack their village, so I should be itching to take her life in payment. But I wasn't at all, in fact, the sheer thought of killing her made my chest ache. What was happening to me?
    Three sharp knocks on the hut door snapped me from my thoughts. I walked over and opened the door. Shan stood there once again, but he pushed passed me this time. He walked through the large communal area and through the opening to my quickly vast living quarters. Amelia was bound to the chair across the room from my bed, near the side window. “People are talking, Dracon,” Shan spoke with a weariness to his voice. “They want the human girl dead. They don’t understand why you kept her… Maybe if you just spoke—”
    I cut him off, glaring at him with narrowed eyes, “Anyone who questions my decision is more than welcome to challenge me man to man.” Perhaps I was deflecting because I didn’t have a clear answer as to why I still had her captive rather than dead on the ground—but I wasn’t about to let my tribe begin to