It was part of what he found so fascinating about her. How could someone live her life as she did? He didn't understand it, and a strange part of himself wanted to.
It was the same part of himself that wanted to know more about this woman other than the fact that she looked edible in those black jeans and crop top.
"You know," he said playfully, "it's not a lie. You really don't know where he is, and I can make sure that he runs from you for eternity."
She let out a tired breath as if she were suddenly tired of fighting him. "Why are you doing this?"
For once, Rafael was honest. "Because as stupid as he is, Jeff is a friend of mine, and I'm not going to hang him out to dry."
Celena had to admire that. Many Dark-Hunters could care less what happened to their Squires. To them a Squire was a servant, plain and simple.
"C'mon, Celena." He gave her a wink. "It's the only shot you have at getting him."
"And if I don't break a rule in a week's time?"
"I'll hand him over."
She cocked her head as she considered that. Rafael wasn't exactly known for keeping his word. "You swear?"
"Every day."
She hissed at him. "That's not what I mean and you know it."
For the first time, his handsome face turned completely serious. "On my word as a pirate who died defending his crew, absolutely."
He said it with such conviction that she found herself actually believing it. Besides, he was right. If he wanted to hide Jeff, there wasn't much they could do to reclaim him. And knowing the two of them, Jeff and Rafael would probably rub all their noses in it, too.
"Okay. I'm going to trust you. In seven days, I'll be back to collect him. Have him here and waiting."