me, but I
tried as best I could to ignore it.
Chapter 7
Peter had obviously gone without eating for a very long time, and he gulped down almost four canisters of
blood when we reached the hotel. That was enough to make even the strongest vampire
woozy, and he laid
down on Ezra’s bed and almost instantly fell asleep. He had spent the last month in the woods, with the last
week or so spent hiding in a cave, so overall, he was in pretty sorry shape.
Ezra leaned on the dresser, watching Peter sleep, and there was such a sublime look on his face that I
didn’t dare say anything to him. Knowing that Peter was here, alive, safe… We weren’t
completely out of the
woods yet (literally and figuratively), but we were definitely a step in the right direction.
His contentment at just staring at Peter didn’t catch on to me. I was truly thrilled that Peter was okay,
but that was only a small hurdle in all of this. A good night’s sleep and a full stomach wouldn’t cure the fact
that he had seriously pissed off a pack of lycan. While I had no intention of abandoning Peter, I didn’t like the
idea of leading them back to our house, to our family, where they would just pick us all off.
I walked around the room, fidgeting and feeling restless. I tried to sit down on my bed, relax and get
comfortable, but I could hardly stand it. There were a million thoughts racing through my head, and the only
thing that kept me from spouting them all out was fear of offending Ezra. To a lesser extent, I had a fear of
waking Peter, but I didn’t think he’d be easily disturbed. He had to be incredibly exhausted when we found
him.
Finally, it got to be too much, and I leaned on the dresser next to Ezra. I figured it would be better if I
were closer to him so I could whisper. Even if I knew we wouldn’t wake Peter, Ezra would probably think it
was inconsiderate and shut me down if I used my normal speaking voice.
“So what’s the plan?” I whispered, looking up at Ezra.
“There isn’t much of one at the moment,” Ezra admitted tiredly.
In my hand, I had my phone, and I twirled it around nervously. There were fifteen text
messages and
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two missed calls from Jack, along with seven messages from Milo. They wanted to know
what was going on
here, but I couldn’t tell them. Lying was not my strong suit, and the truth would just cause them both to flip
out and rush here to get themselves killed or something.
“So…” I sighed and shifted my weight. “Peter’s gonna sleep and rest up, and then what? We are
gonna hide here? We’re gonna go home? We’re gonna fight the lycan?”
Ezra chewed the inside of his cheek and chose not to answer me, but I didn’t fully
appreciate that.
Peter stirred in the bed, moving his head against the pillow, and Ezra tensed up. He was feeling over
protective, and I didn’t really blame him. But his paranoia should’ve left him plotting intricate escape plans
instead of just gazing at Peter.
“We should just get some rest. We’ll come up with a plan tomorrow,” Ezra said at length.
“There’s no way I can sleep after this!” I hissed.
“Eat.” Ezra nodded to the bathroom, where he stored the blood in a sink filled with ice.
There were a million questions I should be making him answer, but as soon as he got me
thinking
about eating, there would be little else I could think of. As it was, I had already smelled it when Peter ate, and
that had been hard to repress. It came back just as intense, and I decided that it would be better to just give in
and get some sleep. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night worrying.
“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I reminded him harshly as I walked past him to the
bathroom, and he just nodded.
I pulled out a canister of blood but sat down on the side of the tub before I opened it. I still had to tell
Jack something to keep him from freaking out, so I replied to his texts with a short
tried as best I could to ignore it.
Chapter 7
Peter had obviously gone without eating for a very long time, and he gulped down almost four canisters of
blood when we reached the hotel. That was enough to make even the strongest vampire
woozy, and he laid
down on Ezra’s bed and almost instantly fell asleep. He had spent the last month in the woods, with the last
week or so spent hiding in a cave, so overall, he was in pretty sorry shape.
Ezra leaned on the dresser, watching Peter sleep, and there was such a sublime look on his face that I
didn’t dare say anything to him. Knowing that Peter was here, alive, safe… We weren’t
completely out of the
woods yet (literally and figuratively), but we were definitely a step in the right direction.
His contentment at just staring at Peter didn’t catch on to me. I was truly thrilled that Peter was okay,
but that was only a small hurdle in all of this. A good night’s sleep and a full stomach wouldn’t cure the fact
that he had seriously pissed off a pack of lycan. While I had no intention of abandoning Peter, I didn’t like the
idea of leading them back to our house, to our family, where they would just pick us all off.
I walked around the room, fidgeting and feeling restless. I tried to sit down on my bed, relax and get
comfortable, but I could hardly stand it. There were a million thoughts racing through my head, and the only
thing that kept me from spouting them all out was fear of offending Ezra. To a lesser extent, I had a fear of
waking Peter, but I didn’t think he’d be easily disturbed. He had to be incredibly exhausted when we found
him.
Finally, it got to be too much, and I leaned on the dresser next to Ezra. I figured it would be better if I
were closer to him so I could whisper. Even if I knew we wouldn’t wake Peter, Ezra would probably think it
was inconsiderate and shut me down if I used my normal speaking voice.
“So what’s the plan?” I whispered, looking up at Ezra.
“There isn’t much of one at the moment,” Ezra admitted tiredly.
In my hand, I had my phone, and I twirled it around nervously. There were fifteen text
messages and
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two missed calls from Jack, along with seven messages from Milo. They wanted to know
what was going on
here, but I couldn’t tell them. Lying was not my strong suit, and the truth would just cause them both to flip
out and rush here to get themselves killed or something.
“So…” I sighed and shifted my weight. “Peter’s gonna sleep and rest up, and then what? We are
gonna hide here? We’re gonna go home? We’re gonna fight the lycan?”
Ezra chewed the inside of his cheek and chose not to answer me, but I didn’t fully
appreciate that.
Peter stirred in the bed, moving his head against the pillow, and Ezra tensed up. He was feeling over
protective, and I didn’t really blame him. But his paranoia should’ve left him plotting intricate escape plans
instead of just gazing at Peter.
“We should just get some rest. We’ll come up with a plan tomorrow,” Ezra said at length.
“There’s no way I can sleep after this!” I hissed.
“Eat.” Ezra nodded to the bathroom, where he stored the blood in a sink filled with ice.
There were a million questions I should be making him answer, but as soon as he got me
thinking
about eating, there would be little else I could think of. As it was, I had already smelled it when Peter ate, and
that had been hard to repress. It came back just as intense, and I decided that it would be better to just give in
and get some sleep. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night worrying.
“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I reminded him harshly as I walked past him to the
bathroom, and he just nodded.
I pulled out a canister of blood but sat down on the side of the tub before I opened it. I still had to tell
Jack something to keep him from freaking out, so I replied to his texts with a short
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