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Authors: Angela Corbett
Tags: Young Adult Paranormal
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exhale was slow against my neck, like a warm breeze flowing through my hair and over my skin as he whispered, “You look stunning.” He stepped back, handing me the earrings. I slid them into my pierced ears before moving to the mirror by the door to see how I looked. The jewelry was so gorgeous, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. My jewelry usually came from a clearance bin at Target, not an actual jewelry store. I’d never worn jewelry this beautiful before, and I never wanted to take it off.
“Are you ready to go?” Emil asked, draping my black trench coat with thick wool lining around my shoulders.
I nodded and picked up my purse, dropping the keys inside as I followed Emil out the door to the car. As we started down the road, I expected to turn left and get on the highway. There was nothing in Gunnison worth dressing up this much for; we’d at least have to go to Crested Butte for something exciting.
Instead, when we got to the end of the street, we turned right. We didn’t have to drive far before we were pulling into a parking lot. I stared at the building, then looked at Emil, wondering if we’d taken a wrong turn. He simply grinned and got out of the car, coming around to my side. I opened the door. Emil gave me his hand for balance on the snow, and we walked into the large brick building.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Considering where we were standing, the destination could be anywhere.
Emil kept his hand on my back as my heels clicked on the polished tile floor. He slid his eyes to the side, smiling. “It’s a surprise.”
When I left my house, I was absolutely not expecting to end up here. “So…you know we’re at the airport, right?”
He tilted his head down once. “I do. And we made it right on time for our flight.”
Emil walked up to the front desk, handing the attendant some papers. She was in her forties with wavy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her name tag, declaring her “Cristina,” was pinned to a dark blue sweater that looked like it had been issued by the airline. She noted Emil’s suit, giving him an appreciative look as she processed our papers. I couldn’t blame her. I was looking at him the same way. Still, it irked me a bit, and I wondered how often Emil—and Alex—got those looks. I also wondered if they’d ever acted on them. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, knowing it would make me upset for the rest of the night.
When Cristina was done, she handed Emil some papers. A security person seemed to appear out of nowhere to whisk us through security and straight to the plane.
Larger planes don’t frequently land at the Gunnison airport, so I wasn’t surprised when we boarded a small plane. What did surprise me was how nice the leather was when I got inside, and the lack of any other passengers. A flight attendant showed up in a blue and white pinstriped shirt, matching blue vest, and blue slacks. “Good afternoon, Mr. Stone.” Her eyes met mine. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Starling. I’m Jean. What can I get you both to drink?”
Emil handed Jean his suit jacket before settling into a chair. “A Pepsi for me, please.”
Jean nodded. “And you, Ms. Starling?”
I glanced at Emil, still stunned. “Uh, lemonade would be great.”
Jean nodded once, hurrying behind us.
I shifted in my seat to look at Emil, sitting next to me. “This is pretty impressive, you know.”
He cocked his head to the side, his lips lifting playfully. “I know.”
“Alex is going to have a hard time topping a private plane.”
He grinned widely. “I know.”
“How did you do this?”
“Buy plane tickets?” He lifted his brow. “There’s a website I could show you.”
I narrowed my eyes, a look I’m sure went fantastic with my fancy dress, jewelry and big hair. “So, where are you taking me?”
“You’ve asked me that a couple of times already. You know I’m not going to answer your question, right?”
Jean came back with our drinks and
“Are you ready to go?” Emil asked, draping my black trench coat with thick wool lining around my shoulders.
I nodded and picked up my purse, dropping the keys inside as I followed Emil out the door to the car. As we started down the road, I expected to turn left and get on the highway. There was nothing in Gunnison worth dressing up this much for; we’d at least have to go to Crested Butte for something exciting.
Instead, when we got to the end of the street, we turned right. We didn’t have to drive far before we were pulling into a parking lot. I stared at the building, then looked at Emil, wondering if we’d taken a wrong turn. He simply grinned and got out of the car, coming around to my side. I opened the door. Emil gave me his hand for balance on the snow, and we walked into the large brick building.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Considering where we were standing, the destination could be anywhere.
Emil kept his hand on my back as my heels clicked on the polished tile floor. He slid his eyes to the side, smiling. “It’s a surprise.”
When I left my house, I was absolutely not expecting to end up here. “So…you know we’re at the airport, right?”
He tilted his head down once. “I do. And we made it right on time for our flight.”
Emil walked up to the front desk, handing the attendant some papers. She was in her forties with wavy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her name tag, declaring her “Cristina,” was pinned to a dark blue sweater that looked like it had been issued by the airline. She noted Emil’s suit, giving him an appreciative look as she processed our papers. I couldn’t blame her. I was looking at him the same way. Still, it irked me a bit, and I wondered how often Emil—and Alex—got those looks. I also wondered if they’d ever acted on them. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, knowing it would make me upset for the rest of the night.
When Cristina was done, she handed Emil some papers. A security person seemed to appear out of nowhere to whisk us through security and straight to the plane.
Larger planes don’t frequently land at the Gunnison airport, so I wasn’t surprised when we boarded a small plane. What did surprise me was how nice the leather was when I got inside, and the lack of any other passengers. A flight attendant showed up in a blue and white pinstriped shirt, matching blue vest, and blue slacks. “Good afternoon, Mr. Stone.” Her eyes met mine. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Starling. I’m Jean. What can I get you both to drink?”
Emil handed Jean his suit jacket before settling into a chair. “A Pepsi for me, please.”
Jean nodded. “And you, Ms. Starling?”
I glanced at Emil, still stunned. “Uh, lemonade would be great.”
Jean nodded once, hurrying behind us.
I shifted in my seat to look at Emil, sitting next to me. “This is pretty impressive, you know.”
He cocked his head to the side, his lips lifting playfully. “I know.”
“Alex is going to have a hard time topping a private plane.”
He grinned widely. “I know.”
“How did you do this?”
“Buy plane tickets?” He lifted his brow. “There’s a website I could show you.”
I narrowed my eyes, a look I’m sure went fantastic with my fancy dress, jewelry and big hair. “So, where are you taking me?”
“You’ve asked me that a couple of times already. You know I’m not going to answer your question, right?”
Jean came back with our drinks and
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