Chapter 102: Marinah

I refuse to think about King right now. His panties are in a twist, and the poor man is suffering. It can't be comfortable. I also know that nothing I say or do will make a difference. He needs time to ponder his idiot behavior. If he insists on Cosway's life and holds to his edict, we'll have another problem, and it won't be pretty.

I do know King won't be killing the prisoner. Cosway is about as dangerous as a newborn infant. He needs care and good food before any decisions are made about his well-being.

The biggest problem we're going to have over the next few days is boredom. I'm no good at sitting still. I sat and waited for death for far too many years, and I no longer think of myself as fodder.

To kill time, I go through my pack and reassemble my treasures so they're at the bottom of the pack and the essentials are easier to get to. That kills all of ten minutes. I wipe my wide brow with the back of my hand. It's going to be warm today. It's sad when you can smell yourself, a