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we've had."
Fredrick simply nodded, but the relief was plain on his face.
"Do the shoes do anything?" she asked.
Mr. Jackson smiled for the first time. It reached his eyes and transformed his face. She may have liked him under different circumstances, she realized. He sat back down with the others. "They do. I would hold on to them."
No other information was forthcoming. Andi rolled her eyes at the cryptic response. "Where’d my grandmother get the cape?" she asked, running a finger over the plush fabric. She was still wary of his claim that he knew her grandmother, but was keeping an open mind. After all, she could talk to birds and recently was waited on by an elf.
"I’m not sur e." Mr. Jackson shook his head.
Fredrick, by far the quietest of the group, spoke up. “Why are you helping us?”
Mr. Jackson stood and paced between the arch leading into the house and to the edge of the porch’s stone wall. "I have my reasons." He stopped at the wall and faced the distant ocean where the moon slowly arced its nightly path. The gas lights backlit him, making him no more than a smudge against the darkness.
Andi noticed he didn’t answer Fredrick’s question.
“We’ll leave first thing in the morning for the Wellington’s. Cob and Harland will show you to your rooms. I'll see you at breakfast."
They were finally alone with each other. Andi felt uncharacteristically shy, but Dylan coul dn't seem to stand the silence.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I need a shower and some aloe. And possibly dessert."
Quinn glanced at the doorway where Mr. Jackson disappeared. "I'm itching from this mud. I second the idea."
"I’ve got to hear how you three got here,” Dylan said, smirking. “From the look of you, it’s quite a story.”
Chapter 10
“You can drive if you know how to hot wire a car.”
Dylan squinted in the dim light of the corridor, just able to make out the doorknob of the girls’ shared room. He put out a hand, silently indicating Fredrick should stay in the hallway. He nodded, looking relieved.
Slipping through the door with a quick knock, Dylan found himself in a small sitting room. The view was breathtaking, with an entire wall of open windows looking out onto the beach, and he felt a pang of homesickness. Focusing on the closed bedroom doors on opposite ends of the room, he chose one at random and tiptoed in.
Andi slept sprawled across the enormous king size canopy bed, somehow managing to be both dwarfed by the monstrosity and take up most of the mattress space. He stole to the bed and hesitated, watching her for a second, Bella Burkiss a distant memory.
In sleep, Andi seemed delicate and peaceful, her blonde hair splayed around her face. Dylan grinned to himself. He might not know her well—yet —but he knew in this case, her serene look was very deceiving.
Gently, he shook her shoulder.
Instead of startling awake, Andi smacked his hand and, without opening her eyes, rolled over and mumbled into her pillow, “Not getting up.”
He shook her again, hissing, “Andi!”
This time she sat up slightly, giving him a bleary-eyed stare. “Whadda you doin’?”
Dylan knelt next to the bed so he was level with her. “Fredrick and I’ve decided to get out of here. You and Quinn want to come?”
Andi looked around her room like she wasn’t sure where here was. “Where are you going?”
“We’re not sure, but there’s only one road leading out of here. We’ll find a town and ask around. Both of us think Mr. Jackson’s not quite on the level. He’s got to have an ulterior motive, offering to help when he’s supposed to hand us over.”
Dylan stood, his knees starting to cramp.
“There is something about that man that doesn’t add up,” Andi said, grabbing a small, nondescript book off the nightstand and stretching like a cat as she slid off the high bed. Dylan’s eyes were riveted on the thin slip of fabric Andi had worn to bed. How had he missed
Fredrick simply nodded, but the relief was plain on his face.
"Do the shoes do anything?" she asked.
Mr. Jackson smiled for the first time. It reached his eyes and transformed his face. She may have liked him under different circumstances, she realized. He sat back down with the others. "They do. I would hold on to them."
No other information was forthcoming. Andi rolled her eyes at the cryptic response. "Where’d my grandmother get the cape?" she asked, running a finger over the plush fabric. She was still wary of his claim that he knew her grandmother, but was keeping an open mind. After all, she could talk to birds and recently was waited on by an elf.
"I’m not sur e." Mr. Jackson shook his head.
Fredrick, by far the quietest of the group, spoke up. “Why are you helping us?”
Mr. Jackson stood and paced between the arch leading into the house and to the edge of the porch’s stone wall. "I have my reasons." He stopped at the wall and faced the distant ocean where the moon slowly arced its nightly path. The gas lights backlit him, making him no more than a smudge against the darkness.
Andi noticed he didn’t answer Fredrick’s question.
“We’ll leave first thing in the morning for the Wellington’s. Cob and Harland will show you to your rooms. I'll see you at breakfast."
They were finally alone with each other. Andi felt uncharacteristically shy, but Dylan coul dn't seem to stand the silence.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I need a shower and some aloe. And possibly dessert."
Quinn glanced at the doorway where Mr. Jackson disappeared. "I'm itching from this mud. I second the idea."
"I’ve got to hear how you three got here,” Dylan said, smirking. “From the look of you, it’s quite a story.”
Chapter 10
“You can drive if you know how to hot wire a car.”
Dylan squinted in the dim light of the corridor, just able to make out the doorknob of the girls’ shared room. He put out a hand, silently indicating Fredrick should stay in the hallway. He nodded, looking relieved.
Slipping through the door with a quick knock, Dylan found himself in a small sitting room. The view was breathtaking, with an entire wall of open windows looking out onto the beach, and he felt a pang of homesickness. Focusing on the closed bedroom doors on opposite ends of the room, he chose one at random and tiptoed in.
Andi slept sprawled across the enormous king size canopy bed, somehow managing to be both dwarfed by the monstrosity and take up most of the mattress space. He stole to the bed and hesitated, watching her for a second, Bella Burkiss a distant memory.
In sleep, Andi seemed delicate and peaceful, her blonde hair splayed around her face. Dylan grinned to himself. He might not know her well—yet —but he knew in this case, her serene look was very deceiving.
Gently, he shook her shoulder.
Instead of startling awake, Andi smacked his hand and, without opening her eyes, rolled over and mumbled into her pillow, “Not getting up.”
He shook her again, hissing, “Andi!”
This time she sat up slightly, giving him a bleary-eyed stare. “Whadda you doin’?”
Dylan knelt next to the bed so he was level with her. “Fredrick and I’ve decided to get out of here. You and Quinn want to come?”
Andi looked around her room like she wasn’t sure where here was. “Where are you going?”
“We’re not sure, but there’s only one road leading out of here. We’ll find a town and ask around. Both of us think Mr. Jackson’s not quite on the level. He’s got to have an ulterior motive, offering to help when he’s supposed to hand us over.”
Dylan stood, his knees starting to cramp.
“There is something about that man that doesn’t add up,” Andi said, grabbing a small, nondescript book off the nightstand and stretching like a cat as she slid off the high bed. Dylan’s eyes were riveted on the thin slip of fabric Andi had worn to bed. How had he missed
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