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Authors: Brenda L. Harper
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hour leaving her with nothing but her grief.
Chapter 13
“I think you should leave me behind.”
Wyatt and Sam both looked as though she had told them the sky was green.
“We’re supposed to meet up with Davida soon,” Wyatt said at the same moment Sam said, “You can’t survive on your own.”
“It’s too dangerous for you to be with me.”
They were standing by a small stream a few miles from the ruin where the gargoyles had confronted them. Ellie and the others were resting under a grove of trees a few dozen feet away, far enough to be out of earshot, but close enough that they could reach them should trouble come.
Wyatt crossed his arms, eerily similar to the way Donna had done in that room. His eyes were narrowed as he studied Dylan, doing something she had seen his father do a few times in the week she had known him. Funny how people tended to copy those they loved and respected. Dylan had noticed the same thing about Donna. The way she tilted her head when she heard something she didn’t like. That was all Davida.
“You need us,” Sam said.
Dylan crouched down and picked up a tiny stone she saw half buried in the mud beside the stream. She dug it out and cleaned it off in the water, using it as an excuse to keep from looking at the two boys who wanted so badly to decide her future for her. Two boys who wanted to be a part of that future.
Wyatt, whose kisses made her body burst into flames.
And Sam, whose calm was always a gift in moments of vulnerability.
“The only reason we’re in danger is because of me. I can’t keep putting everyone at risk.”
“So we divide the group,” Wyatt said.
Dylan looked up. “What do you mean?”
“I go with you. Sam takes the others to rendezvous with Davida and the others.”
“No.”
This time it was Sam and Dylan who spoke at the same time.
“You can’t put yourself in danger like that,” Dylan said.
“It’s my choice.”
“And what about your dad? What would he say?”
“He told me to keep you safe.”
“That was before.”
“It still applies.”
“Hey, guys,” Sam said, “why don’t I get a vote?”
Dylan tore her gaze from Wyatt as she slowly stood, that small pebble still between her fingers. “What do you think, Sam? You want to die for me, too?”
“Yes.”
She glared at him. “You are both idiots,” she said, turning away.
Sam grabbed her arm and forced her to face him. “We care what happens to you. Why does that make us idiots?”
“Because it could get you killed.”
“That’s our choice,” Wyatt said.
She jerked from Sam’s touch and backed up until the heels of her boots began to sink in the soft mud. “You heard what they said back there. Everyone wants me because of what they think I can do for them. More of them are going to come for me.”
“And we’ll be there to fight them off.”
“Wyatt…” she whispered, the memory of his kisses too much for her to think clearly about this. She just wanted him to be safe, for him to live. Why was that so much to ask?
And then there was Stiles.
She felt the familiar breeze wash over her before his voice whispered in her mind.
We need to talk.
No kidding.
Meet me behind the big oak tree.
An image of a huge tree with beautiful green and gold leaves filled her mind. She dragged her fingers through her hair, frustration beginning to make her fingers shake and her head ache. The splinters in her back were no longer a problem: she had managed to calm herself enough to heal the places they had invaded, but the memory of them hurt as she stretched a little.
“If we do this,” she said, studying both Sam and Wyatt’s faces, watching the fear and excitement dance in equal proportions in their eyes, “we do it my way.”
Wyatt stiffened. “You don’t—”
“My way, or I disappear in the middle of the night and you never see me again.”
He threw his hands up, as though throwing away a huge burden. “Fine,” he snapped.
“Sam and I leave
Chapter 13
“I think you should leave me behind.”
Wyatt and Sam both looked as though she had told them the sky was green.
“We’re supposed to meet up with Davida soon,” Wyatt said at the same moment Sam said, “You can’t survive on your own.”
“It’s too dangerous for you to be with me.”
They were standing by a small stream a few miles from the ruin where the gargoyles had confronted them. Ellie and the others were resting under a grove of trees a few dozen feet away, far enough to be out of earshot, but close enough that they could reach them should trouble come.
Wyatt crossed his arms, eerily similar to the way Donna had done in that room. His eyes were narrowed as he studied Dylan, doing something she had seen his father do a few times in the week she had known him. Funny how people tended to copy those they loved and respected. Dylan had noticed the same thing about Donna. The way she tilted her head when she heard something she didn’t like. That was all Davida.
“You need us,” Sam said.
Dylan crouched down and picked up a tiny stone she saw half buried in the mud beside the stream. She dug it out and cleaned it off in the water, using it as an excuse to keep from looking at the two boys who wanted so badly to decide her future for her. Two boys who wanted to be a part of that future.
Wyatt, whose kisses made her body burst into flames.
And Sam, whose calm was always a gift in moments of vulnerability.
“The only reason we’re in danger is because of me. I can’t keep putting everyone at risk.”
“So we divide the group,” Wyatt said.
Dylan looked up. “What do you mean?”
“I go with you. Sam takes the others to rendezvous with Davida and the others.”
“No.”
This time it was Sam and Dylan who spoke at the same time.
“You can’t put yourself in danger like that,” Dylan said.
“It’s my choice.”
“And what about your dad? What would he say?”
“He told me to keep you safe.”
“That was before.”
“It still applies.”
“Hey, guys,” Sam said, “why don’t I get a vote?”
Dylan tore her gaze from Wyatt as she slowly stood, that small pebble still between her fingers. “What do you think, Sam? You want to die for me, too?”
“Yes.”
She glared at him. “You are both idiots,” she said, turning away.
Sam grabbed her arm and forced her to face him. “We care what happens to you. Why does that make us idiots?”
“Because it could get you killed.”
“That’s our choice,” Wyatt said.
She jerked from Sam’s touch and backed up until the heels of her boots began to sink in the soft mud. “You heard what they said back there. Everyone wants me because of what they think I can do for them. More of them are going to come for me.”
“And we’ll be there to fight them off.”
“Wyatt…” she whispered, the memory of his kisses too much for her to think clearly about this. She just wanted him to be safe, for him to live. Why was that so much to ask?
And then there was Stiles.
She felt the familiar breeze wash over her before his voice whispered in her mind.
We need to talk.
No kidding.
Meet me behind the big oak tree.
An image of a huge tree with beautiful green and gold leaves filled her mind. She dragged her fingers through her hair, frustration beginning to make her fingers shake and her head ache. The splinters in her back were no longer a problem: she had managed to calm herself enough to heal the places they had invaded, but the memory of them hurt as she stretched a little.
“If we do this,” she said, studying both Sam and Wyatt’s faces, watching the fear and excitement dance in equal proportions in their eyes, “we do it my way.”
Wyatt stiffened. “You don’t—”
“My way, or I disappear in the middle of the night and you never see me again.”
He threw his hands up, as though throwing away a huge burden. “Fine,” he snapped.
“Sam and I leave
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