Page 93 of Legend

Sasha had never considered herself the mushy type, but his words made her throat tighten. She’d convinced herself that she would never be found and would live out the rest of her days as a prisoner of the Kronock, so to have someone show up after all this time was almost overwhelming. She blinked quickly as the back of her eyelids burned. “You said you were one of the scouts sent to find me. That means there are others out there.”

His gold eyes glittered at her. “There are, and since they’re also Inferno Force, they’ll find us. We just have to be ready when they do.”

“What do you mean be ready?”

“I mean that we’re going to break out of here and save my Inferno Force brothers some work.”

Sasha wasn’t able to stifle the laugh that burst from her lips, although she wasn’t happy by how maniacal it sounded echoing off the stone around them. She wasn’t the crazy one, after all. He was.

“You think we’re going to break out of a Kronock prison?”

He nodded, unfazed by her laughter and obvious disbelief. “That’s the plan.”

“Don’t you think that if it was possible to break out, I’d have already done it?”

Deklyn scratched the dark scruff covering his cheeks. “Are you trained in criminal techniques like picking locks and disabling alarms systems?”

She stared at him. He looked more like a cage fighter than a safe cracker. “No, are you?”

“Actually, I am. One of my Inferno Force brothers is married to a former cat burglar, I think you call them on Earth. She taught me the basics.”

Sasha shook her head. This was getting stranger and stranger. “You’re going to break us out using skills taught to you by a cat burglar?”

He stretched his arms over his head, and Sasha could not stop herself from gaping at his rippling stomach muscles. “That was my plan, unless you have a better one.” He flashed her another sultry smile and brushed his long hair from his face.

Sasha managed not to roll her eyes, but not by much. Why did this guy have to be one-hundred-percent her type?

“I don’t have a better plan,” she finally conceded.

“Then we’ll go with mine.” Deklyn ambled to the bench soldered into the wall and stretched out along the length of it.

Sasha waited for a few seconds before she realized that he’d closed his eyes. “You’re napping? What happened to our break-out plan?”

The Drexian opened one eye. “We are still breaking out, but we must wait for the right time.”

Sasha spun on one heel and started to pace her cell again. “The right time? You might want to make sure it’s before the Kronock take you to be tortured.”

His breath hitched. “Have they tortured you?”

Even though he was on her side, the menacing rasp of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “No, but there were others in here who were tortured.” She glanced at the now empty cells. “They’re gone.”

Deklyn closed his eyes again. “Do not worry about me, beautiful. They will not break me, and they will not put one more scaly finger on you.” His voice was a velvety growl. “That I promise you.”

Despite Sasha’s lingering shock at the Drexian’s arrival and his outrageous claims, she believed him. More importantly, she did not trust herself for a second with the guy whose voice had just made her both shudder and sigh.