Sorry this chapter is in third person, I just don’t do bad guys! And this chapter features one of those unexpected surprises…so yeah fair warning. Don’t freak on me.
Opal ( from third person)
Opal watched the two prisoners on the monitors in disbelief. They were here, being held captive against their wills, and yet they were down there practically making out in the cell. Fowl had to be smart enough to know that she was watching them. He had to.
Apparently he just didn’t care.
It didn’t matter to her anyways. Let them do what they wanted tonight. Tomorrow she would have her revenge. All the waiting and patient planning would be worth it.
Opal turned around. Her daughter was standing in the doorway. As much as she tried to hide it, she loved the girl. Just standing here looking at her brought a surge of love from her heart.
And she hated it.
Loving someone could be considered a weakness. It could make them a weakness. Because when you love someone, you care about what happens to them.
One of the few people she ever loved, ever cared about, was standing right here in front of her.
But as much as she hated the fact that she loved her, she couldn’t bring herself to hate her, either.
“Off to bed,” Opal said, ushering the girl out of the room. “Go on now.”
“But-” the girl tried to protest, but Opal cut her off.
“No buts. Just beds. Now go.”
The girl sighed and nodded. Then she padded off down the hall and into her room.
It was Opal’s turn to sigh. She rubbed her temples. She was going to have to do something with her. She couldn’t have the girl getting into the way of her revenge on Fowl and Short. She walked over and picked up a phone. Time to call in one of those favors her sister owed her.