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Ordus
“Please,” the human begs, throat bobbing against my hand.
I believe it might be his third time saying that word. Or the fifth. I’m unsure. I was distracted again.
Leaving her behind on the island makes me nauseous, but I’m comforted by the fact that she isn’t alone. Vasz is protective of what he deems as his. I’ll allow him to view Cindi as his Queen Mate if it means he will play guard while I’m away.
I don’t like it, but I will allow it—for now.
He’s cheap labor. That mutt will do anything for a coconut husk.
“Is it money? Do you want money? I have money?” the tourist rambles.
No. I have money, should I need it. If I do not have any, I can just take it anyway.
I squeeze his throat and use a quarter of my power to slam him against the wall. His yellow hair falls over his face as he grips my arm in panic.
As I left the island, I didn’t have a set plan as to whom my prey would be, only that they be in the right place at the right time for me to drag them behind a building enshrouded in darkness.
The tourist was the first convenient male.
He opens his mouth too much. And should bathe. And look into his oral health—teeth shouldn’t be that yellow.
“I have questions,” I say carefully. I’m in my human form, but anything I ask cannot give away that I am…not as I appear. Granted, I do not look like the average human either.
The male shakes his head frantically. “I don’t know anything, man.”
He’s a human. So, yes, he does know.
“How do you make fish edible for your ki—
you
?” I correct myself, loosening my hold to allow him to speak.
“I… Is this a joke?” His brow line flattens. “Did Mitch put you up to this? Because if he did, you can tell him I’m kicking his ass and telling Chelsea he was chattin’ up a hooker last night.” He forces a chuckle.
“Answer.” My patience is waning.
“Seriously?” He chokes when I retighten my grip. Humans are so annoying. Not my Cindi, though. Well—no. She’s perfect. “What the fuck is this? It ain’t funny, man.”
I want to kill him. It would take me less than two seconds. He wouldn’t have time to see it coming.
Alas, I cannot kill the human yet. His brain still holds use.
For now.
“I will ask you one more time.
How do you make it?” I’d like to learn for my mate, prove to her I can provide for her and any future cubs we may have.
“Okay, okay.” He holds up his hand in surrender. “I cook it? I don’t know. What do you want me to say?”
“How?” I growl. Does he take me for a fool?
“Are you—” I shake him. Have humans always been this difficult? “Okay, fuck, okay.” He raises his hands, palms up again. “On—on a pan, or a skillet, or—or a grill.”
What are they? “From the start. Step-by-step?—“
His forehead wrinkles. Whatever useless thoughts filter through his head must be put aside, because he does as I command. “I—I mean like—” He swallows. “My pops would skin it, gut it, and give it to me sealed. I’d wash it, pat it down, drop some butter in a pan, throw some seasoning in, then add the fish. Fuck, I think that’s it. I don’t know, man. I can’t cook for shit. Is that what you want to hear? Can I go now?”
This pan again?
“No. Show me.” There are human establishments that serve food. I’ve tried looking, but there’s no way for me to see how they do it without arousing suspicion or killing more people than necessary.
“Like—like a video?”
I nod. I’ve heard humans talk about videos before. It’s not a word I have been able to translate into my language.
“Okay, okay. Yeah. A video. Yea—” He reaches into his pocket and holds his hands up to stop me from slamming him into the wall again. “Woah, woah, woah. I’m just taking my phone out. Chill.”
Phone. A sound? Voice? What is that?
The tourist reaches into his pocket, and I frown. I do not understand how the small rectangular box helps. I’ve seen many, many humans hold something like that—more so recently. They sometimes hold it up to their ear or stick wires into it. I’ve never cared to look closer. Maybe Cindi has one of these phone things? Will she be happy if I give her one?
The male’s hands shake as he taps the black box. Light suddenly flashes, and a still dog appears on it. A photo, I believe the humans call it. I’ve seen many on paper around the mainland. It is far superior to the paintings and art we have at the palace. It’s like magic in the way it glows.
My eyes widen as the images on the box change with every flick of his fingers.
Maybe I will also get myself a…
phone. It may be useful.
“YouTube good?”
I nod. I don’t know what that is either.
I release his neck to stand beside him to better see this…
phone. He taps on a square, then symbols appear on the screen.
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