CHAPTER 9

  *Jonas*

  Okay, so I am enjoying this a bit too much, but so far my plan is working. The arrogant rogue believes that I can’t talk, so for now I can’t really see what he can do.

  ‘I think there is a lot he can do’. Cana mumbles.

  ‘I wish my sore throat and lost voice was passed on to you’. I tell him.

  I hear my captor’s heavy footsteps move down the hallway and I swallow any trace of my smile, getting ready, so as soon as he unlocks the door I am back to coughing.

  “I have something for you little Alpha,” His voice is a little too cheerful as he enters.

  I can’t help but look curiously at him.

  ‘What is it ?’ Cana asks, but I ignore him.

  He turns, a tray in his large hand, “Look, tea with honey for your throat and a spray with antibiotics … What more can you ask for ?”

  I stare at him for a moment. I had not expected this. I mean it’s caring and considerate. Also, I have a hard time imagining rogues sitting around sipping tea.