Chapter 55

Making it back over to where Zillon was, Celeste handed him the key. “I-I suppose you need privacy. I’ll go and please could you set the rogues free when you’re done for me.”

“I don’t need privacy, you can stay. I’ll walk you back home.”

“That’s okay, I have Celia.”

Zillon glared at Celia. “I still don’t trust her.”

“But I do…I’m going to cook for them before they leave, and I heard the guards have only been feeding the prisoners down here sardines and rice. They might be traitors and rogues, but nobody wants to eat the same thing every day.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re going to cook for all my prisoners?”

“I…well…yes.”

“Celeste, please just go home and sleep, you’re too kind.”

Celeste pouted. “Then can I at least cook for my friends?”

“No, cook for yourself and me… just me.”

“No!”

Zillon ran a hand through his black hair, unfolding his legs to stand. “You now made it impossible for me to start my pity speech, s