"Don't give me that, Liam. I'm doing this for your own safety!"
My chest rumbled disapprovingly.
"…Okay, okay, you're the only guy out there who's ever allowed to call me out on my bullshit, you know that?"
I nodded. Prompting her to talk.
"I am doing this because they are a bunch of egoistic fanatics who would be easily distracted by a shiny object,"
I eyed the cage that was carved inside a huge pine tree not too far from where her warriors spent their entire day training with their Gamma.
Judging by how both Ben and Monica had gloves on, and how this body wanted to shake like a leaf but stayed held firmly by my opposite thoughts, those bars were made of pure silver — that explained the reddish color which had them mingling nicely with the tree bark and the smell of rust that kept burning my nose on the inside.
