Healing Slowly But Surely By R. Joseph novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Bloody liar.

Chalice.

“Why did you start the fire, wench?!” The guard whose mouth smelled of booze and decay spat in my face, his features a mixture of ugliness and filth as he stared straight into my eyes— so deep that I wondered if he could see into my soul.

His hands fastened around the whip in his hands and he raised it over his head. But hell, I didn’t flinch. For the life of me, I could swear that I didn’t even notice him.

Why?

Because I knew that he could never hit me with it. That he was afraid that I still possessed a bit of power around here— estranged Luna or not.

This thought was what fueled me to shake my head and smile at him, revelling in the way his nostrils flared and retracted.

He was mad. That I was sure of. And his anger was what I intended to use against him.

“My cell was cold,” I spat, “…I needed a little heat.”

My response probably didn’t sit right with him because then he bared his teeth at me as he came to crouch in front of me, and from this vantage, I couldn’t help but notice the golden flecks in his eyes… the moles and freckles scattered across his nose… and the way his eyes would twitch every now and then.

He hissed; “So how do you feel now that the so-called ’heat’ you wanted burned you and took some of your hair in the process?”

The jesting… the sarcasm in his voice made me raise my hands slowly and carefully place it at the back of my head where it hurt the most.

A wince slipped past my lips when the skin there sizzled so painfully that it caused tears to leak out of my eyes.

And do you know what he did?

He watched. He smiled. He beamed me the largest smile and pointed to my head, to a spot where obviously I couldn’t see, then spat; “You have a bald spot.”

More tears leaned out of my eyes.

“…And if you do not start talking right now, I’ll make sure that that wouldn’t be the only bald spot you have.”

The ice in his voice rattled me to no end. It made my body shudder and made goosebumps spread across my skin. I lowered my lashes to hide the tears falling down my face, and with trembling lips, I hissed;

“I don’t know how I started the fire.”

“Lies… lies! Lies from the pit of hell!”

“Some days ago, I’d asked the guards for some petrol to clean out my wounds. I knew they would never give me methylated spirit so I had settled for the easier option…”

I purposely let my voice trail off and hiccuped just then in order to appear more pitiful. And when that seemed to be doing the trick as most of his frown had smoothened out, I continued;

“And just yesterday, I wanted to create a fire from stones. I had totally forgotten about my petrol in my cell, and… and… you should know the rest.”

A beat of silence settled between us as he took a step back—

And goddess, it was obvious that he had believed me. I could swear that it was pity I saw in his eyes before he dragged in a deep breath and muttered under his breath;

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