Page 49 of Savior
“Would you please ask your henchman to take his hands off me?”
A slight smile begins to creep across Legion’s face as he watches me struggle to yank my arm free. His pale eyes slide to his Sergeant at Arms. Without a word, as if the guy can read Legion’s mind through his darkening stare, he lets me go and takes a step back. I shoot him a glare of my own over my shoulder. There’s another Demon standing behind him, blocking my way back to the corridor, should I decide this really was a big mistake.
“Vanna… I wasn’t expecting to see you again, so soon. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Legion’s voice, full of gravel, pulls my attention back to him. I meet his eyes again, and the hardness that was there previously, has somewhat faded.
“We need to talk.”
He nods slowly as he brings that cigarette to his lips, taking a long, leisurely drag from it. “Your fiancé has no idea that you’re here, does he?” he finally asks on a smokey sigh.
“He will, momentarily. If he doesn’t already.”
“Then I imagine he’ll be along to collect you, shortly.”
“Not before you tell me why you tried to have us killed.”
Something shifts behind Legion’s expression. He’s no longer looking at me appraisingly. There’s something else. He turns from me and walks back into his office without a word. I follow him inside, watching him take one last drag off his cigarette, before he smashes the butt and twists it into the old-style crystal ashtray on the desk of his sparse office. He turns around to face me once more.
“Be a good girl… and close that door behind you.” He says, before he glances past me at his two men. “Wait out there.”
I don’t wait for them to respond. Grabbing the edge of the door, I swing it shut with a loud slam that rings out in his office. “I’ve never done anything to you. Why would you try to hurt me?”
There’s another flicker behind Legion’s eyes as the tightness around them softens ever so slightly. I only notice because I’m staring into them. I’m sure I would have missed it, otherwise. But I don’t know Legion well enough to decipher his reaction to my words.
“I didn’t.” His tone remains cold and detached.
“You told Jack where to find me… Dean found the note. I can see Lucinda wanting to cause me problems... But you? I was nice to you, Legion. Even when I was told you were dangerous. I treated you fairly. Like a human being. Why would you-”
“Enough!” He snaps at me, abruptly cutting me off with an icy rudeness that takes me by surprise. Though, his tone seems as if he harbors some kind of regret.
For a few moments, we simply stare at each other. A strange tension building in the air between us.
“Well, if you’re not going to answer my question, maybe there’s something you can… do for me, then?” I press him, and my luck.
The tension around his stormy eyes returns as he scowls at me. The muscles in his smooth, chiseled jaw ripple as his lips become a hard, pressed line. He says nothing, only radiates a low simmering anger. At me, or himself, I wonder?
“Or not.” I say on a sigh, attempting to play up my disappointment. I didn’t think he would be so easily manipulated going into this. Dean is wrong about Legion having a thing for me. Legion is cold as ice. “I’ll just be going now.” I say, tucking my chin down. I adjust the strap of my purse on my shoulder and turn towards the door.
“No. You won’t.” I glance back at him as he reaches into his cut and removes a pack of cigarettes. “You’ll leave when I allow it.” He pulls one out with his teeth, his other hand flipping open a tarnished, beat-up old zippo. With a ping and a rapid flourish of his wrist, he simultaneously lights the end and shoves the pack into his cut. The lighter clings shut with another almost violent jerk of his wrist, before he returns it to his pocket as well. There are words engraved into the face of that lighter, but he moves too fast. I couldn’t read them. Now I watch him as he stares at me, seemingly deep in thought, taking a long drag off the cigarette.
“Are you going to hurt me, Legion?”
He exhales the smoke through his nostrils. “No.”
“Your man, Aaron Hopper…” I want to tell him what that monster actually tried to do to me, but I can’t formulate the words. And if I can’t talk about it with Dean, I’m not going to open up to Legion. “He… tried to hurt me.” I leave it at that.
The left cupids bow of Legion’s upper lip and left nostril twitch at my words, as if he’s fighting to suppress a snarl. But we’re silent again. So silent, I can hear the faint crackling burn of the paper of his cigarette, as he pulls another drag with distinct agitation.
“I’m very sorry to hear that.” He finally says. “I’d never allow any of my men to harm you.”
“That stationary left in my old house, makes it hard to believe you. Not to mention, Aaron Hopper was from Arizona, as well.”
Sucking down another chest full of smoke, it then billows from his nostrils once again as he only continues to stare at me, admitting nothing.
After another moment of silence between us, I try again to throw him off. “You shouldn’t smoke so much. It’s bad for you.”
A slight smile ticks up in the corner of his mouth. “You care?” Legion’s tone drips with skepticism. “I’m touched, Vanna.”
“Just saying. It’s a health hazard.” I shrug. “And since you aren’t going to tell me the truth, may I leave now?”
