time when he'd just done what I told him to do. "Okay, I can see that you aren't going to just blindly follow orders. Remind me to let your Grandma know." He groaned and scowled. I fought back a smile. "Can you help me get people out of here if we have to?"
Before I'd finished my sentence, something bumped against the boat. Gods, I hated sitting next to the water on this ride. The water beneath the boat was a solid black that made it impossible to see either the bottom or anything that could be floating inside.
I have this irrational fear that there are sharks in the pool at night. It doesn't matter that they couldn't possibly survive in the chlorinated water. My mind just automatically assumes that it's a realistic scenario.
If it's dark and you can't see to the bottom, then you have no business going into that water, because the probability of sharks being down there was almost a certainty. It didn't help that I now knew for a fact that monsters lived under water. That knowledge just spurred the fear and made me a little more paranoid.
Sure, logic dictated that the worst thing I could find beneath this boat was a bad case of e. coli but they call it an irrational fear for a reason.
I shook off a shudder of unease and looked into Dylan's eyes. "Did you feel that?"
He nodded, "Yeah." He looked at the small group on board with us. "I have to be touching them to teleport them out."
I looked behind me and realized that the only people on the boat were us, the mother and toddler and the asshole. "It's just us and the people in front of us. If you get the mom and her kid I'll take care of the loudmouth up front. Cool?"
"I can totally do this, Mom." A smile lit his face.
You try to keep them insulated and protected from the world. But in the end, all you can do is watch them grow up and be amazing. "Just keep your eyes open. I could be overreacting here."
"You?" he scoffed. "No way."
"Watch it. I know where you keep your video games," I warned.
The boat stopped abruptly cutting off my warning and the passengers were jerked forward. There was a nervous giggle and the toddler hiccupped once before belting out a piercing wail. I could feel his pain. I didn't want to be here either. The mother bounced him on her lap and tickled him a little, trying to change his mood. Yeah, good luck lady, I thought. If I was right he'd be doing a lot more crying
Puffs of air blew through the top of my hair as a pretend cannonball sailed over our heads to careen into the water off the port side of our craft. It threw me off balance. I couldn't tell if the splashes were coordinated bursts of air or something else. It heightened my panic.
Dylan and I could just teleport out and pretend that we hadn't even been here. These humans in the boat – they could ride it out themselves, right?
I could open up a Rift right now and pull Dylan through. I could let these people deal with whatever was in the water and we could go watch reruns of Glee . He wouldn't admit it, but he loved Glee .
His grip tightened on mine like he could tell what I was thinking.
Right. My job was to protect the humans from the threats like this. My backbone decided to reinsert itself and I closed my eyes to think a minute.
"Okay, wait for me to create a distraction and you take the family outside. Call your Grandma. Tell her that I'm at it again."
"Okay. Be careful, Mom."
"Like a bull in a china shop, baby."
"That doesn't leave me with a lot of confidence," he replied with a rueful smirk. "What are you going to do?"
I grinned. "I'm a badass remember? I'm going to kick some ass and then we'll go grab a churro and get a few more rides in before the evening fireworks."
I was rewarded with a smile. "Best churros ever."
"You know it. Now – watch and learn."
I stood up in the boat and yelled, "Shit! I think I just dropped my camera in the water!" I rocked a little from side to side causing the very stable boat to sway in the water.
"Lady, sit down!" the
Before I'd finished my sentence, something bumped against the boat. Gods, I hated sitting next to the water on this ride. The water beneath the boat was a solid black that made it impossible to see either the bottom or anything that could be floating inside.
I have this irrational fear that there are sharks in the pool at night. It doesn't matter that they couldn't possibly survive in the chlorinated water. My mind just automatically assumes that it's a realistic scenario.
If it's dark and you can't see to the bottom, then you have no business going into that water, because the probability of sharks being down there was almost a certainty. It didn't help that I now knew for a fact that monsters lived under water. That knowledge just spurred the fear and made me a little more paranoid.
Sure, logic dictated that the worst thing I could find beneath this boat was a bad case of e. coli but they call it an irrational fear for a reason.
I shook off a shudder of unease and looked into Dylan's eyes. "Did you feel that?"
He nodded, "Yeah." He looked at the small group on board with us. "I have to be touching them to teleport them out."
I looked behind me and realized that the only people on the boat were us, the mother and toddler and the asshole. "It's just us and the people in front of us. If you get the mom and her kid I'll take care of the loudmouth up front. Cool?"
"I can totally do this, Mom." A smile lit his face.
You try to keep them insulated and protected from the world. But in the end, all you can do is watch them grow up and be amazing. "Just keep your eyes open. I could be overreacting here."
"You?" he scoffed. "No way."
"Watch it. I know where you keep your video games," I warned.
The boat stopped abruptly cutting off my warning and the passengers were jerked forward. There was a nervous giggle and the toddler hiccupped once before belting out a piercing wail. I could feel his pain. I didn't want to be here either. The mother bounced him on her lap and tickled him a little, trying to change his mood. Yeah, good luck lady, I thought. If I was right he'd be doing a lot more crying
Puffs of air blew through the top of my hair as a pretend cannonball sailed over our heads to careen into the water off the port side of our craft. It threw me off balance. I couldn't tell if the splashes were coordinated bursts of air or something else. It heightened my panic.
Dylan and I could just teleport out and pretend that we hadn't even been here. These humans in the boat – they could ride it out themselves, right?
I could open up a Rift right now and pull Dylan through. I could let these people deal with whatever was in the water and we could go watch reruns of Glee . He wouldn't admit it, but he loved Glee .
His grip tightened on mine like he could tell what I was thinking.
Right. My job was to protect the humans from the threats like this. My backbone decided to reinsert itself and I closed my eyes to think a minute.
"Okay, wait for me to create a distraction and you take the family outside. Call your Grandma. Tell her that I'm at it again."
"Okay. Be careful, Mom."
"Like a bull in a china shop, baby."
"That doesn't leave me with a lot of confidence," he replied with a rueful smirk. "What are you going to do?"
I grinned. "I'm a badass remember? I'm going to kick some ass and then we'll go grab a churro and get a few more rides in before the evening fireworks."
I was rewarded with a smile. "Best churros ever."
"You know it. Now – watch and learn."
I stood up in the boat and yelled, "Shit! I think I just dropped my camera in the water!" I rocked a little from side to side causing the very stable boat to sway in the water.
"Lady, sit down!" the
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