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shake. Then it shattered, the glass blowing and cutting into my skin. I screamed in fright, but felt no pain. Then Eli's arms were around me and I felt really warm.
I opened my eyes again to find it was morning. The train was still moving, the sun peeking out over the horizon. Eli still had me on his lap and was looking at me strangely. I looked over to see our few neighbors looking around their seats curiously.
A quick look back at Enoch and Finn put my fear to realization as they both looked at me as if I were an idiot. Eli pulled me back to look at him. "Are you ok? You were just dreaming."
"I'm ok." I looked at the other train goers. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern," I said sarcastically when they all just kept staring.
"You're sure?" Eli held my face in his hands. "You screamed."
"It was a bad dream, like you said. Angelina…well, she wasn't being nice."
"Angelina is gone, love," he said. "I have no doubts that she is as dead as a Devourer can get."
"I know." I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
He scoffed. "Are you kidding? Come on. Let's get some breakfast from the Café car."
"Please."
He gripped my hand as he shielded me from eyes that looked at me with pity, as if I had something wrong with me. I glowered at them making them turn away. We had to go down a couple of cars before we reached the one with food. And when he opened the pressure door, the smell of coffee hit me. I groaned aloud and Eli looked back at me, a chuckle on his lips as he led the way to the bar.
"What'll it be folks?" the guy asked, his crisp bowtie and white shirt ridiculous.
"Coffee first," Eli said, hooking an arm around my waist. "We'll go from there."
"You got it."
"What'll it be, love?" He placed a menu in front of me.
"Wow," I said and I scanned the pages. "They've got everything. What are you having?"
"A pile of pancakes."
"That sounds good," I agreed as I closed the menu and accepted the coffee from across the bar. I sipped it and didn't even care that it burned as it went down. It was hot and strong.
Eli told the man what we wanted and he instructed us to find a seat. We did and waited. Eli asked me if I wanted to talk about my dream. I said I didn't. My head still hurt though; the same pounding behind my eyes as in the dream.
I rubbed them with my fingers and Eli sat in the booth next to me. "What's up?"
"Just a headache."
"Must be a bad one. You're pretty pale all of a sudden, Clara." He felt my forehead and it stung for him to touch me. I hissed. He jerked his hand back and eyed me with a clinical eye. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. It just hurts." I tried to smile reassuringly. "I’ll be fine, babe."
"Here we go," the waitress said as she gave us our plates. "Matching orders. How cute."
I could barely muster a smile, let alone manage friendly banter. Eli took care of that for me though and carried on a light conversation with the older lady as I dug into my flapjacks. I closed my eyes trying to ease the headache away. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see the waitress holding out her hand.
I put my hand under hers and she dropped a small packet of Excedrin Migraine into my palm. "Your boyfriend said you could use these. Drink lots of water with them."
"Thank you." I opened the packet quickly and downed the pills. When I glanced back at Eli, he hadn't even taken a bite. "Eat, you. I'm fine."
"You eat," he rebutted. "I'm worried about you." He pushed my hair back behind my ear. "Not to sound like a jerk, but you don't look so good."
"I don't feel good, either." My stomach groaned, and not in a good way. "Ugh. I'm not even sure I can eat this," I said as I sat back. "You eat."
"I don't have to eat to survive, remember? I only came here for you, and if you're done, then so am I. Come on." He pulled me from the booth, lifting my cup of coffee to take with us, and throwing a
I opened my eyes again to find it was morning. The train was still moving, the sun peeking out over the horizon. Eli still had me on his lap and was looking at me strangely. I looked over to see our few neighbors looking around their seats curiously.
A quick look back at Enoch and Finn put my fear to realization as they both looked at me as if I were an idiot. Eli pulled me back to look at him. "Are you ok? You were just dreaming."
"I'm ok." I looked at the other train goers. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern," I said sarcastically when they all just kept staring.
"You're sure?" Eli held my face in his hands. "You screamed."
"It was a bad dream, like you said. Angelina…well, she wasn't being nice."
"Angelina is gone, love," he said. "I have no doubts that she is as dead as a Devourer can get."
"I know." I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
He scoffed. "Are you kidding? Come on. Let's get some breakfast from the Café car."
"Please."
He gripped my hand as he shielded me from eyes that looked at me with pity, as if I had something wrong with me. I glowered at them making them turn away. We had to go down a couple of cars before we reached the one with food. And when he opened the pressure door, the smell of coffee hit me. I groaned aloud and Eli looked back at me, a chuckle on his lips as he led the way to the bar.
"What'll it be folks?" the guy asked, his crisp bowtie and white shirt ridiculous.
"Coffee first," Eli said, hooking an arm around my waist. "We'll go from there."
"You got it."
"What'll it be, love?" He placed a menu in front of me.
"Wow," I said and I scanned the pages. "They've got everything. What are you having?"
"A pile of pancakes."
"That sounds good," I agreed as I closed the menu and accepted the coffee from across the bar. I sipped it and didn't even care that it burned as it went down. It was hot and strong.
Eli told the man what we wanted and he instructed us to find a seat. We did and waited. Eli asked me if I wanted to talk about my dream. I said I didn't. My head still hurt though; the same pounding behind my eyes as in the dream.
I rubbed them with my fingers and Eli sat in the booth next to me. "What's up?"
"Just a headache."
"Must be a bad one. You're pretty pale all of a sudden, Clara." He felt my forehead and it stung for him to touch me. I hissed. He jerked his hand back and eyed me with a clinical eye. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. It just hurts." I tried to smile reassuringly. "I’ll be fine, babe."
"Here we go," the waitress said as she gave us our plates. "Matching orders. How cute."
I could barely muster a smile, let alone manage friendly banter. Eli took care of that for me though and carried on a light conversation with the older lady as I dug into my flapjacks. I closed my eyes trying to ease the headache away. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see the waitress holding out her hand.
I put my hand under hers and she dropped a small packet of Excedrin Migraine into my palm. "Your boyfriend said you could use these. Drink lots of water with them."
"Thank you." I opened the packet quickly and downed the pills. When I glanced back at Eli, he hadn't even taken a bite. "Eat, you. I'm fine."
"You eat," he rebutted. "I'm worried about you." He pushed my hair back behind my ear. "Not to sound like a jerk, but you don't look so good."
"I don't feel good, either." My stomach groaned, and not in a good way. "Ugh. I'm not even sure I can eat this," I said as I sat back. "You eat."
"I don't have to eat to survive, remember? I only came here for you, and if you're done, then so am I. Come on." He pulled me from the booth, lifting my cup of coffee to take with us, and throwing a
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