Bodyguard 8CHAPTER 8
Dinobot snapped his head back toward her. His face filled with anger as he glared at her accusingly. "Who told you that?" he demanded.
Yume stammered as she answered, frightened by his reaction. "M-Megatron,"she replied. Oh God! He hates me now!
"Why would he tell you that?" he snarled.
"I-I don't know," she replied. "Why? Is he lying?"
He ignored her question. "How dare he tell you that," he growled. "You have no right to know."
She didn't know what to think now. "So he's not lying?"
The look he gave her made her glad that the two had been put in separate cages. "That is not for you to know," he growled.
"So he's not lying?" she asked again, hiding half of her face in her knees.
He growled but did answer honestly. "No, he is not."
"He's not?" she asked. "You are a Predacon?"
"A former Predacon," he corrected. "I changed my loyalties shortly after we crash landed on this Primus forsaken planet."
"Why?" she asked, her eyes meeting his for a moment. "Why did you change your loy
Psimon regained consciousness slowly, an increasing pain going through his body as his senses slipped back to him one by one. His head was pounding and he felt as if someone had used him for a punching bag as agony courses through every joint and limb. He felt hung over, as if he'd been at the bar all night, momentarily forgetting his encounter with the sidekicks.
Groaning, he started to place his hands on his head but found he couldn't move.
Had he drunk too much the night before that his mobility had been affected?
The telepath's eyes flew open and he found himself staring at a white, featureless, ceiling. This had not been where he'd been before. Where was he? Had he fallen asleep, passed out in a drunken stupor?
Then it all came flying back to him and his heart started pounding. He and his associates had gone to a docking warehouse to pick up an important shipment when they'd been attacked by Miss Martian and some of her little friends. They'd taken down the others easily th