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Authors: Jackson Pearce
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Silas and into the hall. She begins to pace. "So you let a Fenris get away and got spotted? Do you have any idea what could have
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happened to you?" Her voice is careful, something simmering just beneath the surface.
"I... yes," I reply glumly as tears run down my cheeks.
And then Scarlett erupts.
"Don't you remember what that might mean, Rosie? What if she decides to call the cops? Are you going to explain why you were stabbing things in the middle of the highway?"
"I--"
"Lett, come on," Silas says calmly. "I thought you were finally letting her solo. And she did solo. Shouldn't we congratulate her?"
Scarlett glares at him. "She--you both --let a Fenris get away! Now he's out, he's hungrier than before, and he's got something to prove. So yeah, Silas, let's congratulate my sister here, for sentencing some poor, stupid girl to death."
Silas doesn't answer, and I wonder what he's thinking.
"Come on. We're hunting. Now ," Scarlett demands.
"You won't find him now, Scarlett. After a fight like the one Rosie put him through, he'll sleep it off. He'll be out tomorrow morning, if I had to guess," Silas says matter-of-factly. Scarlett pauses. She doesn't want him to be right, but she's always respected Silas where hunting is concerned. She trusts him in a way she's never trusted me.
"And I did kill one, Scarlett," I mutter halfheartedly. "I still did a solo hunt."
Scarlett's face is still tense, but she nods at me shortly. I take that as her congratulating me and have to admit I'm totally satisfied with even that small act at the moment.
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"We'll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing," she ventures, more to Silas than me. "Though how the hell are we supposed to hunt? The Fenris certainly can't see my face, and he'll recognize Rosie. We've got no bait, unless you think you'll look pretty in a dress, Silas."
"Okay, one, I would look great in a dress," Silas begins. He turns to lean against the bathroom door, seemingly forgetting that I'm still in a towel. When he sees me, he averts his eyes and flushes a little. "And two," he continues in a forced voice, "you've been luring Fenris on your own for ages, Scarlett. The Apple Time Festival is tomorrow. Perfect place for a Fenris to hang out, even if you don't take into account all the red people will be wearing. We'll go there."
Scarlett nods curtly. No one moves for a few moments as water continues to trickle off my back and onto the shower floor. Finally, Scarlett gives me another cold look, turns on her heel, and storms down the hall.
"Sorry I got you in trouble," Silas whispers guiltily, his voice the only sound other than the steady pattering of water hitting the tile floor. "I was worried about you when you took off, and then I realized it was probably your first solo..."
I shake my head. "I had to tell her eventually."
"For what it's worth," he says, eyes still averted respectfully, "I thought you did great."
"Thanks, Silas." He finally meets my eyes, keeping his gaze firmly on my face. I tug the towel a little tighter.
"You're welcome. And I'm sorry for barging in. I didn't... um... see anything. I promise."
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"It's okay," I say, smiling a little. Our eyes stay locked, and the tiny bathroom seems to close in on us. I bite my lip, feeling something between nervousness and anticipation, and Silas leans toward me, as if he might close the gap between us.
Instead, he clears his throat suddenly, then looks down. "Well, I, um... I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?" he says quickly.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay," I answer, snapping out of my stupor. "Have fun on your non-date," I add.
"Right. Jason... I think I'm late, but he'll live," Silas replies, voice a little edgy. He lingers a moment, then turns and leaves, shutting the door gently on his way out. I hear him sigh before starting down the stairs.
I exhale and lower myself to the edge of the bathtub, dropping my wet head into my hands. The shame floods back in, fills my veins in wordless screams,
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happened to you?" Her voice is careful, something simmering just beneath the surface.
"I... yes," I reply glumly as tears run down my cheeks.
And then Scarlett erupts.
"Don't you remember what that might mean, Rosie? What if she decides to call the cops? Are you going to explain why you were stabbing things in the middle of the highway?"
"I--"
"Lett, come on," Silas says calmly. "I thought you were finally letting her solo. And she did solo. Shouldn't we congratulate her?"
Scarlett glares at him. "She--you both --let a Fenris get away! Now he's out, he's hungrier than before, and he's got something to prove. So yeah, Silas, let's congratulate my sister here, for sentencing some poor, stupid girl to death."
Silas doesn't answer, and I wonder what he's thinking.
"Come on. We're hunting. Now ," Scarlett demands.
"You won't find him now, Scarlett. After a fight like the one Rosie put him through, he'll sleep it off. He'll be out tomorrow morning, if I had to guess," Silas says matter-of-factly. Scarlett pauses. She doesn't want him to be right, but she's always respected Silas where hunting is concerned. She trusts him in a way she's never trusted me.
"And I did kill one, Scarlett," I mutter halfheartedly. "I still did a solo hunt."
Scarlett's face is still tense, but she nods at me shortly. I take that as her congratulating me and have to admit I'm totally satisfied with even that small act at the moment.
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"We'll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing," she ventures, more to Silas than me. "Though how the hell are we supposed to hunt? The Fenris certainly can't see my face, and he'll recognize Rosie. We've got no bait, unless you think you'll look pretty in a dress, Silas."
"Okay, one, I would look great in a dress," Silas begins. He turns to lean against the bathroom door, seemingly forgetting that I'm still in a towel. When he sees me, he averts his eyes and flushes a little. "And two," he continues in a forced voice, "you've been luring Fenris on your own for ages, Scarlett. The Apple Time Festival is tomorrow. Perfect place for a Fenris to hang out, even if you don't take into account all the red people will be wearing. We'll go there."
Scarlett nods curtly. No one moves for a few moments as water continues to trickle off my back and onto the shower floor. Finally, Scarlett gives me another cold look, turns on her heel, and storms down the hall.
"Sorry I got you in trouble," Silas whispers guiltily, his voice the only sound other than the steady pattering of water hitting the tile floor. "I was worried about you when you took off, and then I realized it was probably your first solo..."
I shake my head. "I had to tell her eventually."
"For what it's worth," he says, eyes still averted respectfully, "I thought you did great."
"Thanks, Silas." He finally meets my eyes, keeping his gaze firmly on my face. I tug the towel a little tighter.
"You're welcome. And I'm sorry for barging in. I didn't... um... see anything. I promise."
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"It's okay," I say, smiling a little. Our eyes stay locked, and the tiny bathroom seems to close in on us. I bite my lip, feeling something between nervousness and anticipation, and Silas leans toward me, as if he might close the gap between us.
Instead, he clears his throat suddenly, then looks down. "Well, I, um... I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?" he says quickly.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay," I answer, snapping out of my stupor. "Have fun on your non-date," I add.
"Right. Jason... I think I'm late, but he'll live," Silas replies, voice a little edgy. He lingers a moment, then turns and leaves, shutting the door gently on his way out. I hear him sigh before starting down the stairs.
I exhale and lower myself to the edge of the bathtub, dropping my wet head into my hands. The shame floods back in, fills my veins in wordless screams,
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