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impossible that anyone would know where we are?" he asked, reaching over to set his mug on the nightstand.
"Pretty much. Out of all the places in the world, how would anyone know that we are here, in this city, in this hotel?” Staring down into my coffee, I tapped my nails over the mug; the light clink sounded almost like a tiny bell. “It's statistically improbable."
A quick smile flashed across his face and he twisted the ends of my hair between his fingers. "Statistics mean nothing with the beings this involves. Everything about what I am is improbable, Brooke. The fact that it is only a matter of time before we are hunted by beings that will stop at nothing to find us – that is something that is undeniable." He glanced over me to stare at the wall and let out a frustrated groan. "Come on, then," he said as he rose from the bed.
I sat up, completely confused.
He grabbed his jacket from the foot of the bed and shoved his arms through the sleeves, adjusting the front and zipping it halfway up. "Do you want to go out or not?"
I sat there, still looking at him. I was dying to leave, but afraid.
"Look, if you want to get out of this bloody hotel, this is your only chance. There's not been enough time for the guardians to realize what's happened, and even if someone knew , it's the early morning, it's busy outside, and they can't very well just snatch you up in broad daylight and trot off with you. At least not yet."
Gavin made his way to the door, turning to face me as he placed his hand on the knob. "This is the only time we will do this. Understood?"
I nodded my head and followed him out into the hallway.
We strolled through the lush green park. Large azalea blooms covered the bushes. Laughter from a group of people sitting on a bench a few feet away carried over to us. Gavin held my hand tightly, almost like a parent would a small child they were afraid would dart out into traffic at any moment. His eyes remained focused on the ground, a permanent scowl shaping his brow as he watched his feet while he walked. He looked angry, not terrified, worried, or even slightly concerned. Just put out. It was as though none of the events from the past few days had ever occurred, and for a moment, I caught myself wondering if they even had. I found peace pretending that he really had just whisked me away for a spur of the moment getaway. The ignorance of that daydream was quickly interrupted when I caught the image of a very slender man standing across the street, his attention concentrated on us.
Moving closer to Gavin, my grip on his large arm tightened and I said, "Maybe we should go back."
Gavin glanced up, immediately looking over the top of my head to see the man now leaned up against a building, still watching us. "I wouldn't worry myself with him. He's just a man."
Gavin’s gaze immediately fell back to the ground and I felt the tension in my body release.
We made our way over a small bridge and stopped. Gavin leaned over the railing, staring across the river and fidgeting with his hands. "So, what's it like? How is it? To be human."
His question caught me off guard and a short laugh fell from my lips. "Normal. I mean, I've never known anything else. You know?"
"Aye." He was still st aring down into the green water, his eyes glazed over and his face vacant. "What's it like to have a family? To love people like that?" He paused and looked up at me. "You're the only thing I've loved. You've had a lifetime of love. You were brought into this world knowing what that emotion is... until you, I'd never felt it. How is it possible to feel this way toward so many people?"
The question shook me , and I realized all the things that had made my life seem so complete and fulfilled were foreign to him. There was so much about him I hadn't realized, wouldn’t have been able to realize if I still believed he were just a man. What he was affected him in so many ways. Countless things about his existence seemed tragic. He
"Pretty much. Out of all the places in the world, how would anyone know that we are here, in this city, in this hotel?” Staring down into my coffee, I tapped my nails over the mug; the light clink sounded almost like a tiny bell. “It's statistically improbable."
A quick smile flashed across his face and he twisted the ends of my hair between his fingers. "Statistics mean nothing with the beings this involves. Everything about what I am is improbable, Brooke. The fact that it is only a matter of time before we are hunted by beings that will stop at nothing to find us – that is something that is undeniable." He glanced over me to stare at the wall and let out a frustrated groan. "Come on, then," he said as he rose from the bed.
I sat up, completely confused.
He grabbed his jacket from the foot of the bed and shoved his arms through the sleeves, adjusting the front and zipping it halfway up. "Do you want to go out or not?"
I sat there, still looking at him. I was dying to leave, but afraid.
"Look, if you want to get out of this bloody hotel, this is your only chance. There's not been enough time for the guardians to realize what's happened, and even if someone knew , it's the early morning, it's busy outside, and they can't very well just snatch you up in broad daylight and trot off with you. At least not yet."
Gavin made his way to the door, turning to face me as he placed his hand on the knob. "This is the only time we will do this. Understood?"
I nodded my head and followed him out into the hallway.
We strolled through the lush green park. Large azalea blooms covered the bushes. Laughter from a group of people sitting on a bench a few feet away carried over to us. Gavin held my hand tightly, almost like a parent would a small child they were afraid would dart out into traffic at any moment. His eyes remained focused on the ground, a permanent scowl shaping his brow as he watched his feet while he walked. He looked angry, not terrified, worried, or even slightly concerned. Just put out. It was as though none of the events from the past few days had ever occurred, and for a moment, I caught myself wondering if they even had. I found peace pretending that he really had just whisked me away for a spur of the moment getaway. The ignorance of that daydream was quickly interrupted when I caught the image of a very slender man standing across the street, his attention concentrated on us.
Moving closer to Gavin, my grip on his large arm tightened and I said, "Maybe we should go back."
Gavin glanced up, immediately looking over the top of my head to see the man now leaned up against a building, still watching us. "I wouldn't worry myself with him. He's just a man."
Gavin’s gaze immediately fell back to the ground and I felt the tension in my body release.
We made our way over a small bridge and stopped. Gavin leaned over the railing, staring across the river and fidgeting with his hands. "So, what's it like? How is it? To be human."
His question caught me off guard and a short laugh fell from my lips. "Normal. I mean, I've never known anything else. You know?"
"Aye." He was still st aring down into the green water, his eyes glazed over and his face vacant. "What's it like to have a family? To love people like that?" He paused and looked up at me. "You're the only thing I've loved. You've had a lifetime of love. You were brought into this world knowing what that emotion is... until you, I'd never felt it. How is it possible to feel this way toward so many people?"
The question shook me , and I realized all the things that had made my life seem so complete and fulfilled were foreign to him. There was so much about him I hadn't realized, wouldn’t have been able to realize if I still believed he were just a man. What he was affected him in so many ways. Countless things about his existence seemed tragic. He
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