Chapter Eighteen
Michael's POV
Rat — face Elijah took me with him out alone to talk. I knew what he wanted to talk about. The topic I was trying to avoid. We walked on the other side of the field towards the forest. He had his one arm around my shoulder, which was making me agitated. I'm not a fool. I knew his tactics. He would use his sweet talks and soft voice to lure me into spilling my guts to him.
“So how did you find her?” He asked. I clenched my teeth but still answered him as politely I could.
“On a road.” I answered him. He shook his head and laughed a little on my answer. It sounded a bit awkward, but it was the truth. I was pretty sure that he was thinking I had just cracked a joke.
“Right. I believe you.” He said. We stopped walking and stood beside each other.
“You know
