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I just stared at his hand, sure my mind had gotten really good at projecting hallucinations.
Erion leaned over to whisper in Ash’s ear, but I could hear him clear as day, “Do you think she is mentally unstable?”
“What? I am not ,” I protested, and to prove a point, I grasped Ash’s hand and shook it forcefully. His skin was hot, abnormally hot. It was as if an internal furnace was burning from within and the heat radiated from his pores. And very, very tangible. I scowled as his tan hand tightened around my pale one. I tried to refrain from gazing at the pair of stark black wings that were attached to his back. Maybe some sort of strange Halloween costume? I wondered if these two knew they still had several months to go until then.
Ash grinned in triumph, “I’m Ash Brentwood and this fine young lad is Erion Wilmot.”
Erion glared at him, “Don’t patronize me.” Although Erion displayed apparent annoyance, it was more of a caring sort of irritation. Like one might feel towards a brother.
“And you?” Ash asked me, ignoring his friend. “Or shall we just refer to you as Apple Slinger? Ooh, or how about Fruit Chucker? It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Mirabelle Daily,” I replied hesitantly and then added, “I’m going to ignore that last part.”
“That is very wise of you,” Erion said appreciatively. He shot Ash another venomous glare that went unnoticed.
“Marvelous!” Ash checked the room once over, scanning the scene with his eyes. “Now that we have been properly introduced,” he reached forward with unreal speed and grabbed my wrist tightly but without hurting me, “it’s time to go. We can walk and talk if you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, not liking the fact that once again I was being pulled around without my consent, but also realizing that these two were my best chance at getting out of my prison. This would be a lot quicker than my Shawshank idea. Without resisting, I allowed Ash to lead me out of the room with Erion following close behind.
*
“The Legion?” Caspian repeated.
Bram nodded solemnly, “Yes, they are an army of sorts, one of the most efficient and powerful groups in the world in all honesty. I called them while you were sending everyone home.” His eyes moved to Rain Daily, whose head now rested in her hands, “I figured they are our best chance at finding her. They will know what to do better than we would.”
“So they are going to bring her back home?” A surge of relief rushed through Caspian’s tired body. Since seeing Wiley run off with his sister, watching her flaming hair vanishing into the black air, an overwhelming weight of grief hung over his head like a storm cloud. The idea that someone possessed the skill and potential to bring her back allowed a few rays of sun to shine through his thundercloud.
“No, not exactly.”
Caspian’s head shot up, the metaphorically sunshine depleting. “What do you mean? I thought they know what they’re doing? That they are ‘highly specialized’?”
“They are.”
“Then what are you talking about? Where are they taking my sister ?” Caspian spat, his anger a hot flood of fury boiling over. His mother pulled her head out of her hands and looked at him with sad ocean eyes.
She looked at Bram, “We have to tell him.”
“Are you sure, Rain? It’s not quite time yet.”
“I’m sure. He deserves to know.” She returned her gaze to her son, her face soft and sympathetic. Caspian had always appreciated his mother’s unfailing kindness and her servant spirit. The face that looked upon him now embodied all the fantastic qualities he had ever loved about his mother. His anger subsided and he sat back calmly, showing that he was ready to hear whatever she had to say.
“Where are they taking Mira?”
She breathed deeply before responding; her voice so quiet that he thought he might have misheard her, “They are bringing her home.”
“I
I just stared at his hand, sure my mind had gotten really good at projecting hallucinations.
Erion leaned over to whisper in Ash’s ear, but I could hear him clear as day, “Do you think she is mentally unstable?”
“What? I am not ,” I protested, and to prove a point, I grasped Ash’s hand and shook it forcefully. His skin was hot, abnormally hot. It was as if an internal furnace was burning from within and the heat radiated from his pores. And very, very tangible. I scowled as his tan hand tightened around my pale one. I tried to refrain from gazing at the pair of stark black wings that were attached to his back. Maybe some sort of strange Halloween costume? I wondered if these two knew they still had several months to go until then.
Ash grinned in triumph, “I’m Ash Brentwood and this fine young lad is Erion Wilmot.”
Erion glared at him, “Don’t patronize me.” Although Erion displayed apparent annoyance, it was more of a caring sort of irritation. Like one might feel towards a brother.
“And you?” Ash asked me, ignoring his friend. “Or shall we just refer to you as Apple Slinger? Ooh, or how about Fruit Chucker? It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Mirabelle Daily,” I replied hesitantly and then added, “I’m going to ignore that last part.”
“That is very wise of you,” Erion said appreciatively. He shot Ash another venomous glare that went unnoticed.
“Marvelous!” Ash checked the room once over, scanning the scene with his eyes. “Now that we have been properly introduced,” he reached forward with unreal speed and grabbed my wrist tightly but without hurting me, “it’s time to go. We can walk and talk if you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, not liking the fact that once again I was being pulled around without my consent, but also realizing that these two were my best chance at getting out of my prison. This would be a lot quicker than my Shawshank idea. Without resisting, I allowed Ash to lead me out of the room with Erion following close behind.
*
“The Legion?” Caspian repeated.
Bram nodded solemnly, “Yes, they are an army of sorts, one of the most efficient and powerful groups in the world in all honesty. I called them while you were sending everyone home.” His eyes moved to Rain Daily, whose head now rested in her hands, “I figured they are our best chance at finding her. They will know what to do better than we would.”
“So they are going to bring her back home?” A surge of relief rushed through Caspian’s tired body. Since seeing Wiley run off with his sister, watching her flaming hair vanishing into the black air, an overwhelming weight of grief hung over his head like a storm cloud. The idea that someone possessed the skill and potential to bring her back allowed a few rays of sun to shine through his thundercloud.
“No, not exactly.”
Caspian’s head shot up, the metaphorically sunshine depleting. “What do you mean? I thought they know what they’re doing? That they are ‘highly specialized’?”
“They are.”
“Then what are you talking about? Where are they taking my sister ?” Caspian spat, his anger a hot flood of fury boiling over. His mother pulled her head out of her hands and looked at him with sad ocean eyes.
She looked at Bram, “We have to tell him.”
“Are you sure, Rain? It’s not quite time yet.”
“I’m sure. He deserves to know.” She returned her gaze to her son, her face soft and sympathetic. Caspian had always appreciated his mother’s unfailing kindness and her servant spirit. The face that looked upon him now embodied all the fantastic qualities he had ever loved about his mother. His anger subsided and he sat back calmly, showing that he was ready to hear whatever she had to say.
“Where are they taking Mira?”
She breathed deeply before responding; her voice so quiet that he thought he might have misheard her, “They are bringing her home.”
“I
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