![]() The stronger and more vibrant they were, the more foolish they seemed to be. Harding didn’t strike him as the kind of person who prioritized comfort over conviction. ![]() His words sounded sincere enough, but Arden was hesitant to believe them. Three squares a day, sleeping quarters that don’t reek of death… it’s not a half-bad gig.” “You don’t seem like the type who accepts his fate.” “And now?” Arden asked, unable to restrain his curiosity where this man was concerned. “Still would be, if they hadn’t hauled my ass in with the rest of my platoon.” Harding’s rumbling laugh filled him with warmth that made the water seem tepid by comparison. Something in them tells me that if you were to make an escape attempt, it would very likely succeed.” ![]() “And what makes you think I’m not a perpetual escapee?”Īrden considered it for a few seconds. “Healthy human males don’t get the chance to get scars like that unless they try to escape a farm or they’re part of the resistance,” he answered. “What makes you think I was part of the resistance?” They picked up your team on a supply run?” ![]() ![]() The vampire breathed a laugh into his wine glass. “So you do know who I am,” Arden mused, stretching out with his arms propped on the thick rim of the bathtub. The chimera flashed him an impatient look, and another smirk was his reward. “I suppose you have a name,” Arden said, taking the glass of wine waiting for him on the candlelit tray beside the tub. ![]()
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