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Authors: Lisa L Wiedmeier, Sam Dogra
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couple more hours, and Cheyenne would go to bed. Then I’d head home. Gene and Alexis had taken a lot of precautions around the house, so I knew she’d be safe overnight , and Colt would take over when he came to pick her up for school tomorrow . The problem s came when s he decide d to go for walk s alone, which was why I had to keep watch every evening . It would be just plain stalkerish if Colt always appeared to escort her everywhere .
Still, I didn’t like this job much . I was all for protecting Cheyenne, but Callon said I had to be invisible, that I couldn’t approach her or talk to her at any time. Because if we ran into trouble, I’d only be able to jump her away, and that would open up a whole can of worms. She was a few years from turning twenty yet , and it would be too much to drop the bombshell that she was Timeless this soon. Especially when Callon was convinced there was something special about her; something Gene and Alexis were hiding from us…
Movement caught my eye, and I looked towards the forest. I couldn’t see anything, but just to be safe, I jumped to the base of the elm, then to the border of the trees. Last week Colt had caught a Tresez prowling, and had snapped its neck before it c ould report to the rest of its p ack. And while I might not be able to match my brother’s strength, I had my own tricks to keep Cheyenne safe .
A quick search turned up nothing. Disappointed, I closed my eyes, wiping the water from my face. This was so frustrating. Every time I thought I s aw something, I’d be proven wrong. Of course, I’d rather not run into a Tresez if I could hel p it, but it was so boring sitting around and chasing shadows.
Also , wandering around in the open like this was dangerous. Like t hree days ago , when I’d almost landed myself in big trouble. I’d been checking over the area where Colt had killed the Tresez, and had come close to stumbling into Cheyenne . I hadn’t realized she was in the front yard when I ’d jumped towards the house. Fortunately I’d jumped out again so quickly I doubted she’d got a decent look. But s ince then, I caught her glancing around more often , as if she knew she was being watched . I t drove a cold wedge in my heart . I wasn’t the enemy. I was her defender .
And as I’d kept an eye over her these past few months , I could see she needed more than just protection . The way she’d close herself in her room and stare dreamily out of her window , or curl up on her bed listening to music … it was just like me after Dad locked me up at home in Ireland. As the youngest son of the Consilador leader, I was a prime target for Marcus . For almost four years he ’d made me a prisoner in my own home, and it had driven me insane.
It c ouldn’t have been any easier for Cheyenne, who didn’t even know the danger await ing her . How much I wanted to be there for her , to let her pour her heart out as I’d wanted to in those dark times. I knew exactly how it felt to be so isolated . Surely I was the best person she could talk to.
Instead Callon had locked me away from her , too …
A fresh blast of cold hit my cheeks, turning them raw. I pulled my hood up, and jumped back to the treetop. Enough feeling sorry for myself; better get back to work. I glanced through the kitchen window again . Cheyenne had gone, leaving her parents sitting at the dining table. I noticed half of Cheyenne’s plate was still there. Seemed she was a light eater, too.
I turned to the bedroom windows. Cheyenne’s room faced this side , so it was easy to keep tabs on her. Usually she’d start her homework right about now . Sure enough, she sa t at her desk, scribbling away on some paper. Occasionally she’d stop to take a sip from her glass of water , or to tap her pen against her cheek, or check something on her laptop. As she reached for her book bag, I caught the headphones dangling across her chest. I wondered what kind of music she liked…
Suddenly my phone
Still, I didn’t like this job much . I was all for protecting Cheyenne, but Callon said I had to be invisible, that I couldn’t approach her or talk to her at any time. Because if we ran into trouble, I’d only be able to jump her away, and that would open up a whole can of worms. She was a few years from turning twenty yet , and it would be too much to drop the bombshell that she was Timeless this soon. Especially when Callon was convinced there was something special about her; something Gene and Alexis were hiding from us…
Movement caught my eye, and I looked towards the forest. I couldn’t see anything, but just to be safe, I jumped to the base of the elm, then to the border of the trees. Last week Colt had caught a Tresez prowling, and had snapped its neck before it c ould report to the rest of its p ack. And while I might not be able to match my brother’s strength, I had my own tricks to keep Cheyenne safe .
A quick search turned up nothing. Disappointed, I closed my eyes, wiping the water from my face. This was so frustrating. Every time I thought I s aw something, I’d be proven wrong. Of course, I’d rather not run into a Tresez if I could hel p it, but it was so boring sitting around and chasing shadows.
Also , wandering around in the open like this was dangerous. Like t hree days ago , when I’d almost landed myself in big trouble. I’d been checking over the area where Colt had killed the Tresez, and had come close to stumbling into Cheyenne . I hadn’t realized she was in the front yard when I ’d jumped towards the house. Fortunately I’d jumped out again so quickly I doubted she’d got a decent look. But s ince then, I caught her glancing around more often , as if she knew she was being watched . I t drove a cold wedge in my heart . I wasn’t the enemy. I was her defender .
And as I’d kept an eye over her these past few months , I could see she needed more than just protection . The way she’d close herself in her room and stare dreamily out of her window , or curl up on her bed listening to music … it was just like me after Dad locked me up at home in Ireland. As the youngest son of the Consilador leader, I was a prime target for Marcus . For almost four years he ’d made me a prisoner in my own home, and it had driven me insane.
It c ouldn’t have been any easier for Cheyenne, who didn’t even know the danger await ing her . How much I wanted to be there for her , to let her pour her heart out as I’d wanted to in those dark times. I knew exactly how it felt to be so isolated . Surely I was the best person she could talk to.
Instead Callon had locked me away from her , too …
A fresh blast of cold hit my cheeks, turning them raw. I pulled my hood up, and jumped back to the treetop. Enough feeling sorry for myself; better get back to work. I glanced through the kitchen window again . Cheyenne had gone, leaving her parents sitting at the dining table. I noticed half of Cheyenne’s plate was still there. Seemed she was a light eater, too.
I turned to the bedroom windows. Cheyenne’s room faced this side , so it was easy to keep tabs on her. Usually she’d start her homework right about now . Sure enough, she sa t at her desk, scribbling away on some paper. Occasionally she’d stop to take a sip from her glass of water , or to tap her pen against her cheek, or check something on her laptop. As she reached for her book bag, I caught the headphones dangling across her chest. I wondered what kind of music she liked…
Suddenly my phone
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