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The boy crossed his arms. “What if he attacks us?”
“You saw him, Johnny. He couldn’t even stand. How about if we leave it open for now? Once he regains consciousness, we can decide if we need to lock him in.”
“I suppose,” he muttered. “I still think he’s dangerous.”
She also suspected that her prince might be dangerous, but for an entirely different reason.
CHAPTER8
Jackasarian’s head pounded, pain reverberating through his skull. Even his horns ached. Where was he? What had happened? For a confused moment he thought he was back on the wrecked ship but there was an unfamiliar softness beneath him. He heard a familiar sound and forced his eyes open to see Keffi perched on his chest, the big lavender eyes studying him with what appeared to be anxiety. The memories came flooding back.
Katerina.
Had that been a dream, or had she indeed been there? He turned his head to search for her but he was alone. Alone, but inside. The room was primitive at best, but he was inside, no longer isolated and alone in the cold and snow. The door to the room stood ajar and he could hear voices beyond. He should join them, announce his presence, that he felt oddly reluctant to leave his resting place
A small figure slipped through the open door. It was the child – the one with the missing tooth - and she padded quietly over to the bed. Despite the deformity, she was not an unattractive child. Short dark hair framed a face with large, dark eyes and a certain impish charm.
“Hello. I’m Lorna. Who are you?”
“I am Subcommander Jackasarian D’Frostulen.” His voice came out annoyingly weak.
Her eyes widened
“Jack Froth? Did you bring the winter?”
He started to shake his head, then thought better of it as pain spiked through his skull.
“No, I am Subcommander Jackasarian D’Frostulen, and I certainly did not bring this very unpleasant winter.”
She didn’t pay any attention, bouncing excitedly on her toes.
“I have to tell Ceci.”
She dashed back to the doorway.
“He’th awake. Jack Froth ith awake.”
A startled silence fell, and a moment later the doorway was filled with humans but all he could see was Katerina, her silver blue eyes sparkling as she smiled at him.
“I’m so glad you’re awake. How do you feel?”
A Tandroki warrior never admitted weakness.
“I am quite well,” he said stiffly and tried to rise.
Unfortunately, his body betrayed him and as soon as he lifted his head, the room spun dizzily around him. He collapsed back down to the bed, barely avoiding the indignity of groaning at the pain as she rushed to his side.
“Don’t try to get up. I think you must have hit your head.”
He wanted to deny it, but it was foolish to ignore the reality of his situation. When her long fingers gently touched his forehead, he almost groaned again, from pleasure this time.
“He could be faking it,” the young male said, glaring at him suspiciously.
“Of course he’s not faking it.”
“He is right to be wary,” he said approvingly. “An unscrupulous male might feign injury. However, I am Tandroki and we would never use such tactics.”
“Tandroki? What’s that? And why does Lorna think that you’re Jack Frost?”
