"You want out of here?" I ask in annoyance. "What I want from you is a bit of respect. I've given you my name, pixie. Use it, or I leave you here."
"That's it? Done, done, and done. There, I've agreed three times, Lyden. I will treat you with respect, my savior, until we are free of this place," she agrees quickly, and I curse myself for getting annoyed. I probably could have gotten some weapons or something else to aid in saving Brooke, but instead I got a tag-along.
"Fine," I grump. "Hide in the back of my shirt while I walk out."
She opens her mouth to say something, and by the look on her face I won't like it, but she seems to choke, and I realize that she truly can't break any word she's agreed to three times. Frowning, I feel her lift up the back of my shirt, and plant her feet on the waist of my pants. Her small hands grip my skin, and it feels like tiny pincers. Uncomfortable, but as safe as we're going to be, I head out.
