A/N: I'm working on some errata to correct some of the consistency problems across the series. One which impacts this chapter is helmets. I've kind of flip flopped over how much to include the whole takes off/dons helmets bits, and largely neglected it because it felt tedious to write, so instead I came up with wearing them in sliver form, and activating them before fights. This chapter is the first time this use for helmets appears on Lit, so just an FYI that the earlier chapters will be edited eventually to be consistent with this method of using them.
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I quickly moved to close the door shut, then turned to study Ethan.
There were large gashes along his right side, and a gaping wound just above his hip, on his side, as well as scratches and tears along his arms.
He was wounded... and badly, too.
This was as much of an opportunity as I'd ever get, wasn't it?
I licked my lips as my gaze flashed between Jayden and Ethan, with one hand firmly grasped onto the halberd on my back, but I shook off the thought, moving to the console instead.
There's no guarantee that I can kill him
, I thought,
even like this.
I needed to figure out what he was capable of... or, maybe I could still enamor him to our cause.
"The high tier healing shot will heal of your wounds, wouldn't it?"
He eyed me for a moment, his breathing evening out a bit.
"Yeah- but that's fifteen hundred credits," he said. "You would spend that much on me?"
"I don't like seeing people die," I said, and Jayden let out a little laugh.
"You don't say," he said, drawing Ethan's gaze to Juliette.
Ethan swallowed uncomfortably, then shook his head.
"I'll be fine," he said, sitting upright and dropping the severed hand he was carrying to the floor beside him. "I just need to catch my breath. Besides, there are more important things to worry about right now."
Jayden shot me a worried, look, and I bit my lip nervously.
"Like what?" I asked, and as I crouched down beside him, he took my hand into his as he looked up into my eyes.
"Like the beauty standing next to you right now," he said, as he gestured to Leanna who almost jumped as all eyes in the room turned to her. "I'm Ethan, by the way; and if I die now, I'm thankful that it'd be in the presence of an angel."
She shot me a startled look, and I chuckled as I released Ethan's hand and flicked him on the forehead.
"Wha-? Hey, are you trying to kill me? I'm wounded here," he complained.
"Don't tempt me," I replied, giving my halberd a pat.
As I moved to get up, however, he held onto my hand, and I noted his expression was a bit more serious.
"I can't let that thing run loose out there," he said. "If it gets across the stream, it'll massacre those goblins. Thousands might die."
I studied him carefully, then nodded.
"What can we do?" I asked, and he sighed.
"I just need one opening; it's quick, so it'll be dangerous, but if you can get me that one shot, I can end it."
I thought about the suggestion, then nodded.
Maybe I could use that?
I thought.
He lumbered to his feet, and I studied him worriedly.
"Jesus, can you even move?" I asked, and he nodded.
"I'll move when it matters; trust me," he said, and I nodded slowly, turning to Jayden and Juliette.
"It might be dangerous, but you two should stay here for now," I said, and Jayden nodded, then patted the dagger clasped onto his waist.
"I'll do my best," Jayden said, and I turned to Ethan who smiled.
"After you," I said, as I opened up the sliding door, and Ethan stepped through with a grimace.
***
Joanna had had it for the day.
She spent most of the time lounging around her office hoping that something would change about their situation, but not only had the screens remained blank; Mr. Ricci hadn't so much as taken a call from her either.
She strode to her car with a huff, her hand instinctively reaching for the little black phone that she'd stowed away in her purse, and as she came to a trash can just on the edge of the parking area, she momentarily felt the urge to toss the thing away.
Hell, for all she knew he could be using the thing to track her.
She stared at the trash can for another moment, then released her bag, and climbed into her car and drove off.
The phone remained on her mind the entire trip home, even as she got to her apartment building and pulled into her spot; but no sooner had she left her car than a man with a sheet of paper approached her.
"Miss, if you have a moment-"
"I don't have any money," she immediately spat, not even looking up as she strode past him.
"Wait, Jo-"
She froze, and turned to him, and the man quickly shifted uncomfortably under his hooded sweater.
"Lawrence?"
"No, no- don't react like that, just... talk to me as if this were normal," he quickly said, and she adjusted her expression almost immediately.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her hand going for the taser that she kept in her purse.
"Reach in there, and hand me a dollar or something," he muttered, as he pretended as if he were showing her something on his paper, and she swallowed uncomfortably.
"Why the fuck would I help you?" she asked, and he shook his head.
"I don't need help; you do," he said. "You need to start asking yourself some important questions; like who your asset really is."
She studied him for a bit, then withdrew a few loose bills from her purse, and handed him the money, and as he tried to take it, he clumsily let a few papers slip out from his hands, and they went flying down the street.
"Find those," he said, bowing as if expressing gratitude for her money, before turning to leave.
Joanna stared after him as he moved to accost another passer-by, and she made a quick note of where the papers had blown off to before disappearing into her apartment building.
Why would I need to ask that?
She thought.
Didn't she already know everything about him?
She waited for another minute or two, before slipping back outside and down the street, scooping up the papers, and then continuing down the road to the nearby park.
She flipped through the pages as she walked, furrowing her brow as she did.
An investment banker from Cincinnati?
