62. Clever Girl

Riley’s mind was blown. She had thought she had struck gold when she stumbled upon a tiny knife while searching the room. With it, she had expertly carved a makeshift stake out of the chair leg, thinking it would be enough to fight her way out of this mess. But as she looked at her bloodied kidnapper, she now saw that it wasn’t enough. Her captor was apparently no ordinary human but some kind of super being who effortlessly pulled the stake from his shoulder as if nothing had happened. Shouldn’t he be writhing in pain and crying like a baby instead of standing there like it was a mere scratch? This was not part of Riley’s escape plan! “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” River growled. Riley’s mind raced, and she blurted out the first thing that came to her. “Well, I figured it was either stake you or wait for room service, and honestly, the service here sucks.” River stared at her, momentarily stunned by the absurdity of her response. This wasn’t the first time Ri