He was already in trouble with Benedictine; he didn’t need any more issues. He stepped closer and whispered, “Before you continue to resist, think about this. I’m the Guard in charge of finding your offspring and we will find her. There is a slight chance that she’ll be alive when we capture her, a young female alone in the woods with no one around but a group of Guards. Male Guards.”
Remy covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes widening. Millie’s small frame trembled with anger.
“If you cooperate, I can assure you that no harm will come to her by me or any of my Guards.”
Millie pushed past him and Carla, walking toward the Lead Producer’s hut, shoulders squared and head high. Remy quickly followed.
“Nice move,” said Carla. “No wonder you win when we play poker.”
He frowned. It’d worked but even the threat of such an act turned his stomach. He was becoming more like his master every day.
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