Caeyin didn’t bother giving the human he courtesy of looking her way as she spoke up again. However, he had to bite his tongue to keep from retorting to the nonsense that she spoke of. She didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. There was no glory in dying at the hands of an inferior being. The fact that he had allowed himself to be tricked by her was shameful enough, and if his blunder resulted in the end of his life, he would be mocked, not praised. If anything, he hoped that if he died as this human’s prisoner, the other Scouts would never find out. He would have rather been marked down as ‘missing’ as opposed to ‘killed by an Earthling.’ As she went on to explain how she was going to keep him alive as some sort of primitive form of justice for her people, he began to lose interest. He didn’t care how she planned to kill him. He had already accepted that he was going to die if he couldn’t figure out a way to escape or take the human’s life first. Sine he didn’t want the others to find out what had happened to him, he had already ruled out calling for help. His only option left was to rely on his own natural abilities to get away. The creature addressed him one more time, and this time, he casted her a sideways glance. It seemed she had been lying to him after all. He wasn’t that surprised, since he had suspected she was just trying to save herself by telling him there were others. What he didn’t like was the fact that he hadn’t been more prepared to combat her when she had turned on him. He had gotten too distracted by his concern about getting ambushed by other Earthlings. Even if there had been more of them, he should have known better than to turn his back on her. At the very least, he should have taken over her vision before searching for others. His overconfidence had been the cause of his capture. “I’m sure you’re quite pleased with yourself,” he said dryly, averting his gaze again. “Enjoy the feeling while it lasts, because it won’t be long before the others find you. You may have survived against me, but you can’t outlast us all.” He rolled his wrist uncomfortably against the metal chain, disliking the way it restrained him from moving. Though he had accepted his fate if he was truly going to die here, he hoped death would come quickly, if only to free him from the irritation of being tied to a pole.