Chapter 465: Blade Against the Neck
Jonas sighed as he got up in the morning. He wasn't sure if his being tired at this point was an omen or anything, but he still had a bad feeling about it. Though, he figured that there'd still be enough time to rest a little longer. That by the time he finished eating breakfast that he'd be fully awake, as some mornings it was a slow start.
However, as he stepped outside his room, e felt a blade press lightly against the side of his neck. He didn't see who was holding the blade and so had to assume they were standing behind him.
"Give us the book and this won't turn ugly," Frank said, his voice low and menacing.
Jonas merely sighed in response. If Frank was here, then it was likely that Stanley had either placed others along the path to the dungeon, maybe even at the entrance of the dungeon, or had given up waiting at the entrance of the library. Regardless of which, he was confident that his life was in danger if he didn't either find a way out of this situation or if he capitulated to the demands.
Which in this case, he was pretty confident that the 'book' he mentioned was Blot. Although, Jonas had an idea of what he could do to avoid having to hand Blot over. He just had to hope that Stanley, Frank, and Thomas weren't going to be smart enough to realize the difference.
"Do you have a book to trade for it?" Jonas asked, as if they were having a casual conversation on the matter. As if there wasn't a knife at the side of his neck, feeling ready to slice into his carotid.
"I don't need to trade for it when I have you like this," Frank retorted.
Jonas didn't say anything else. He merely walked down the hall, letting Frank try to keep up on his own. Or not. Jonas wasn't that worried about Frank. Or the blade that he'd been holding at his neck.
"Don't think you're getting away!" Frank snapped as he rushed to catch up to Jonas, making it sound like Jonas was trying to run rather than merely walking.
To Jonas, it felt rather pathetic, Almost like Frank was trying to hard. Although, he did note that while Frank's tone and actions were intimidating on their own, it was clear he didn't yet have the resolve to follow through with his threat.
As it is, if he was really going to hand over Blot, he'd have gone back into his room. Instead, he had an idea that would allow them to keep Blot. At least for a little longer. Which he hoped would be all the time that they'd need.