“It can be whatever you want it to be, hermana.” Even as deep eyes tracked the book through the air, that grin lingered. Amusement continued to drip in his tone, unwavering as the distance between the barrier closed and all that separated them was a few solid inches. Lalo glanced over Keki as she motioned over herself, gaze following her hands before flickering back up toward her face. Finally, the toothy grin slipped away, expression resembling something more impartial. Granted, the mischievous spark remained. It floated within his attentive gaze. Tugged the corners of his lips just upward enough to signify itself.
Oh, how fun it was going to be to get under her skin.
“See, the funny thing is that I don’t know! Really. All this peace and quiet and suddenly Don Eladio is freaking out in the best way. Grinning like a kid in a candy store as he tells us of some big plan! A few hours later,” he laughs and raises a hand from his chest, pointing two fingers at the glass and accompanying the statement with a few gentle taps. Taps that, frankly, resemble a child tapping on the fish tank despite the very clear sign saying not to.
“There you are. La mujer lobo en persona. The she-wolf herself.” He withdrew his hand, waving it vaguely before him as he continued. “Guessing he figured you could help with a few… problems of ours. Take out competitors and save us the men so distribution stays solid. After all, that chicken man—my god, is he something else! But I’m getting ahead of myself. You help us, we let you live. Maybe help you with your hunter troubles.”
“Helvítis skíthæll“ she mutters under her breath. Fucking bastard.
Why did the tapping on the glass slightly piss her off? She didn’t know why but it did. Her eyes narrowed at him after he performed the action and sneered. He was like a child, gawking at some animal in a cage at the zoo. If only she were able to break the glass but she had found out earlier when she woke up there that she couldn’t. It was some tough shit, probably something strong enough to keep her from breaking through, no matter if she were in her human or large werewolf form.
Competition? Chicken man? Who the fuck was the chicken man?? Was he actually a chicken?
She slightly shook her head, “So you’re telling me you want to use me as some, oh I don’t know, some living weapon?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared up at the cartel Don. You help us, we let you live... maybe help with the hunters. That seemed rather far fetched to her, a form of bait in order to get her to comply but she didn’t take it so easily. What if they used her for all they wanted and then turned her in for the money? She softly chuckled, canting her head to the side. Maybe she should play along and see what happens, try and find a way to escape.
“Oh really?” she asked, “Well, how could I possibly pass up that offer?” she gives him a fanged grin, letting out a laugh. “However, I am curious. Are you and this... Don Eladio very trusting of me staying? Just on a whim? There must be some catch, no?”
“And who this Chicken Man? Sounds like an interesting fella. Don’t tell me you all have a vendetta against poultry-indentifying people.”
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