"HEY! You spineless fucking motherfucker!"
The whistling stopped.
"Yeah, you! I'm fucking talking to you! Who taught you to whistle like that, your momma? Because all I hear is a fucking pussy! I've always heard northerners were mummy's boys, but damn, I didn't know it was this bad. What, you miss sucking on mummy's titties that much? Must be a rough year for you."
For several seconds, there was silence. Then Kaiden heard footsteps. Fast. Heavy. And judging by how hard each one struck the floor, he'd definitely gotten the bastard's attention.
Kaiden immediately backed away from the prison bars, making sure the shackles remained loosely clasped around his arms and legs.
The northern cadet soon came into view.
He was tall like most northerners, with long, flowing hair and sharp eyes. Kaiden remembered seeing him with Malach and the other elites the night he was captured. He was one of their elites too, though clearly lower-ranked than the others.
