After paying, I locked myself in the toilet. What happened with me? Have we changed places? Now I'm always looking for his attention, and he ignores me? I washed my face with cold water to bring myself to my senses. Still slapped in the face, so that she would not suffer from stupidity.Coffee was waiting for me next to the car. But Michael held it on a stand. He put the burden on the roof of the car while he pushed David. My gaze automatically began to search for Reed - he was standing at the entrance of the store, drinking coffee and watching the passengers of the tour bus. Those were noisily unloaded outside.- Yours - I looked around - Michael handed me a glass."Thank you," I smiled languidly and looked at David. He looked sleepy, still hooded up to his eyes, and sipped his hot drink.- There is a hunt, - the dormouse gave a voice.- I already ate a hot dog - this is Michael. When did you have time?- Lark? - David crawled out of the car, buttoned his jacket tightly and waited fo

"That's it," Trent drawled. He looked at me for a bit, and then his interest disappeared just as quickly. Slowly, as if at a tea ceremony, he took a sip of his coffee, gesturing with his hand for Reid to follow suit. But Reed ignored this gesture as well. - And for how long did you leave the reservation?"How will it work," Reid replied colorlessly.- How did Morgan and your mother let you go for such an indefinite period?“They support my thirst for learning,” Reed seemed to be tired of pretending to be indifferent, and the ironic notes in his words did not escape the former alpha. All ostentatious cordiality fled from his face for a second, but he quickly controlled himself, and the mask returned to its place.- Great, I left my son in safe hands.- Lana's friends are waiting for her outside. And, of course, they are worried that she has been gone for so long.Trent didn't even look in my direction. He silently examined his son for several seconds, as if considering whether to let u

“You're right, maybe I'm useless,” my eyes stinged dangerously, but I managed to control myself, “but I want to be close to my aunt if something threatens her. Instead of waiting in another state for news from a place where even the phone does not catch. And I can fly without you."I've decided, then," he murmured.- Yes.- Great, - he walked past me and sat down on a bench in the waiting room. I hung around for a bit, and then asked:- Did you buy a ticket to Casper with a transfer in Denver?“You can fly without me,” Reid quipped.I gritted my teeth in anger, but I didn't want to back down. It is unlikely that he did not have time to react, rather he was taken aback when I abruptly grabbed his hand with a ticket and looked at the flight number. Releasing my wrist just as quickly, without looking at Reed, I turned around and hurried for the ticket. How did I not stumble, feeling such a gaze on me. My guess turned out to be correct, Reid bought a ticket to Casper. The queue moved slo

They didn't have to step on me to make me shrink. They did not move, only threatened with their looks and massive figures. Three of them looked like truckers - soiled trousers, one was wearing a shabby pilot's jacket over a gray turtleneck, another was in a hunting windbreaker, the third seemed to have just got out of a warm truck in a black sweater with rolled up sleeves and a puffy waistcoat - all three looked rumpled and not against easy money. But the one who started first was different - dark blue trousers and a black coat looked out of place in this roadside toilet. “Better not twitch, beauty,” he warned me. Obviously, he is the leader among them, - The night flight from Des Moines finished me off, so don't piss me off - his manner of speech did not match the outward intelligent appearance - vulgar phrases with nasty smacking sounds, as if it was time for him to go to the dentist. But this, apparently, is the norm for Trent's entourage - to look not who they really are. So he f

Small sips of oxygen entered my lungs. Breathing evened out. I was still shaking. But the panic attack subsided. Reed continued to lull me to sleep, gently running his hand through my hair and back. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. I nodded.He slowly got to his feet, pulling me with him at the same time. I still clung to his chest, clinging tightly to his clothes with my hands. Reid gently loosened my grip.- One second, - he grabbed the edge of the pit and with one jump he was at the top. Then he bent down and pulled me out of there. He tried to hide the view of their corpses with himself, but in an inexplicable reflex, my gaze grabbed a pool of blood under a massive body and stylish boots with dirty soles.It was deep night outside the hangar door. And silence. An old cottage with dark windows, a rickety barn, a spacious parking area, a farm fence, and then a field spread under a full moon. Where are we?Reid pulled me aside. Obviously, this is a machine for Bill and Major.