Chapter 48: Partnership Is Trash, I don’t like you.
Chapter 48: Partnership Is Trash, I don't like you.
...They came to a halt beside a crumbled rock wall half-swallowed by vines. Oliver turned sharply as his eyes narrowed on Garron—chest still heaving.
“Alright,” he said, voice sharp. “You’ve followed me far enough.”
Garron raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t need you anymore.” Oliver’s hand rested on the red rag at his side. “You served your purpose.”
Garron blinked, then laughed once—dry and humorless. “You’re dismissing me? After I saved your little cursed life back there?”
Oliver’s glare was unshaken. “I saved yours too. We are even. Besides, You didn’t do it for me. You did it because you were afraid to die.”
A muscle twitched in Garron’s jaw. He felt as if he had been seen through. For Garron, it was a rare feeling. He always fancied himself on top, or ahead of most situations, even when he did not look like it. Fleshing out advantages was kind of his thing. No matter the situation, he always found his way out of things, and to his favor.
But with Oliver, things had turned out differently. It started with Barka. That loss had been unexpected.
Barka had been a good handy man when it mattered. Losing one so useful really pissed Garron off.
But then they were other things. For example. Garron could tell that when the noble brats came to their cell and took Oliver, he was the only one that came back 'untouched'. First time might have been a fluke, but it happened twice. And then the soldiers took him to 'teach' him a lesson for killing Barka. Oliver came back whole.
And lastly, even Seraphina, that scary woman that killed a noble and hing it on the ship—seny for him, but returned him without a scratch.