“I’m sorry,” he apologized… “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted some information…to make an analysis…by the way…my name is Russell.”
“Charmed,” she answered. “I need to speak with your officials…”
“I’m sorry I can’t help you with that right now.”
“Why not?”
“You’re being chased by a cult that wants to kill you, since when does that translate into idle chatter?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I just want answers. I want to know why those people tried to kill me!”
He shrugged. “Who knows...people are very strange. There could be a whole list of reasons why they wanted to kill you, and neither of them could be right. You want a clear answer, you ask them yourself.”
She laughed at the ridiculous idea, her green eyes taunted him. “Do you really think you, the rescuer, would throw me, a harmless princess out into the hands of those vile people?”
“Well for a princess you have some great language.”
“I was raised for this day…to meet your people.”
Her accent was more English than anything. She truly was a bright young woman.
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