Chapter 397: Three Wishes
"That’s the funny thing about chains," I said absently as I looked at the bindings around my wrists and ankles. "They always tend to skew someone’s perspective."
"Shut up," sneered Colt, smacking me across the face again. "I didn’t tell you that you could speak. My first wish is that the jungle would disappear. I don’t want to be here anymore."
"Okay," I shrugged, not at all concerned. "But those are two wishes. Think carefully before you give me your wish again. I wouldn’t want to get it wrong and have you blame me for it. After all, you could end up back on a pirate ship."
It almost amused me how he was just digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole, thinking that he was actually giving himself a way out.
"I don’t want to be here anymore," spat Colt, his words crystal clear. "I am sick and tired of everything trying to kill us. I wish that Sadie, the survivors, and I were someplace safe that we don’t have to worry about the fucking bugs and plants trying to eat us."
"Deal approved," I smiled at him, even as the chains around me crumbled to dust. Coming to my feet, I smiled at his wide-eyed look.
"There is no deal," he said, taking a step back for every step I took forward. "It is just you granting my wish."
"Haven’t you learned that nothing is free in this world?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as I straightened my dress. At least the fucker hadn’t put me in something completely inappropriate when he pulled me into his dream.
"Here’s another one you might know: if it’s too good to be true, chances are it is," I continued, pulling my throne out of the dreamscape. Walking over to the towering structure of bones and metal, I sat down comfortably. "How about this one? Be careful what you wish for... You just might get it."