appreciate
the rest and food, but I’m going to have to go back out there and face them myself.”
“It’s too late!” Ezra got up quickly and blocked Peter’s path. “They’ve already seen us! They know
we’re after you! Just taking you won’t be enough anymore!”
Peter looked at the floor and tightened his lips into a thin line. His jaw clenched tightly, and I could
tell his mind was working furiously to find fault with Ezra’s logic. I shuddered underneath the blankets,
knowing that he was absolutely right. It was be impossible for the lycans not to put the pieces together, even
if Leif didn’t narc us out, and I was inclined to think that he wouldn’t.
“Let me go talk to them,” Ezra said, watching Peter struggle with his reasoning. “I’m certain that if I
talk to them, we can arrange something.”
“There’s nothing they want! Except to hurt me!” Peter flashed his wounded green eyes at Ezra.
“Well, then I’ll convince them that whatever I’m giving them is hurting you,” Ezra decided.
“You can’t talk to them! They’re just going to kill you!” Peter was almost pleading with him now.
“They won’t hurt me,” Ezra assured him. “The lycan are intimidated by me, except for
Gunnar, and
I’ve met with him before. He won’t kill me. Not now, not like this.”
Peter shook his head again, growing irritated with Ezra’s unfailing certainty. Absently, he scratched his
head and tried to think of argument that would counter Ezra. Before the discussion had
even take place, Ezra
already had his mind up, though. He had tried to pass it off as a spontaneous, reluctant idea, but he had only
been reluctant to admitting it. There was no other option for him, and Peter could think of nothing to change
his mind.
On the same token, Ezra couldn’t change Peter’s mind, and Peter wouldn’t freely let Ezra go on what
he believed to be a suicide mission. They stood next to each other, trying to change the other’s mind and
unwilling to back down themselves. Eventually, one of them would have to give, but I didn’t see how. When
it came to protecting each other, they were tireless.
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“I’m not thrilled about either of your plans,” I interjected when they had been standing for an
uncomfortable length of time. “So maybe we should just come up with something better.”
“She has a point,” Ezra allowed, softening his a stance slightly.
Peter crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his eyes between the two of us. He was skeptical
about Ezra’s ease at conceding, even momentarily, and I had to admit, so was I. Ezra had seemed absolutely
certain about his intentions, until I chimed in with the smallest idea.
“Why don’t you take a shower and clear your head? Then we’ll talk after,” Ezra suggested.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Peter mulled it over. Despite being obviously suspicious, he was in
dire need of a shower. He was a rather particular person to begin with, so his current level of hygiene had to
be driving him insane. That’s probably what finally tipped him over the edge.
“Alright,” Peter nodded, looking at Ezra severely. “I’ll get cleaned up. But we’ll talk after.”
“Of course,” Ezra agreed.
Peter gathered some clothes that Ezra had brought for him, then went into the bathroom.
As soon as
the we heard the water running in the shower, Ezra rushed about the room. He grabbed the keys to the Rove
Rover Ranger and his cell phone, and I jumped off the bed before he had a chance to slip on his shoes.
“What are you doing?” I demanded nervously.
“I have to go talk to them.” Ezra pulled in his shoes and glanced at the bathroom, making sure that
Peter couldn’t hear us, then lowered his voice. “Stay here, and make sure he doesn’t leave.”
“But Peter doesn’t think you should go, and I think he’s right!” I insisted, and for some reason, I did
my best to keep my voice low enough so Peter couldn’t
the rest and food, but I’m going to have to go back out there and face them myself.”
“It’s too late!” Ezra got up quickly and blocked Peter’s path. “They’ve already seen us! They know
we’re after you! Just taking you won’t be enough anymore!”
Peter looked at the floor and tightened his lips into a thin line. His jaw clenched tightly, and I could
tell his mind was working furiously to find fault with Ezra’s logic. I shuddered underneath the blankets,
knowing that he was absolutely right. It was be impossible for the lycans not to put the pieces together, even
if Leif didn’t narc us out, and I was inclined to think that he wouldn’t.
“Let me go talk to them,” Ezra said, watching Peter struggle with his reasoning. “I’m certain that if I
talk to them, we can arrange something.”
“There’s nothing they want! Except to hurt me!” Peter flashed his wounded green eyes at Ezra.
“Well, then I’ll convince them that whatever I’m giving them is hurting you,” Ezra decided.
“You can’t talk to them! They’re just going to kill you!” Peter was almost pleading with him now.
“They won’t hurt me,” Ezra assured him. “The lycan are intimidated by me, except for
Gunnar, and
I’ve met with him before. He won’t kill me. Not now, not like this.”
Peter shook his head again, growing irritated with Ezra’s unfailing certainty. Absently, he scratched his
head and tried to think of argument that would counter Ezra. Before the discussion had
even take place, Ezra
already had his mind up, though. He had tried to pass it off as a spontaneous, reluctant idea, but he had only
been reluctant to admitting it. There was no other option for him, and Peter could think of nothing to change
his mind.
On the same token, Ezra couldn’t change Peter’s mind, and Peter wouldn’t freely let Ezra go on what
he believed to be a suicide mission. They stood next to each other, trying to change the other’s mind and
unwilling to back down themselves. Eventually, one of them would have to give, but I didn’t see how. When
it came to protecting each other, they were tireless.
58
“I’m not thrilled about either of your plans,” I interjected when they had been standing for an
uncomfortable length of time. “So maybe we should just come up with something better.”
“She has a point,” Ezra allowed, softening his a stance slightly.
Peter crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his eyes between the two of us. He was skeptical
about Ezra’s ease at conceding, even momentarily, and I had to admit, so was I. Ezra had seemed absolutely
certain about his intentions, until I chimed in with the smallest idea.
“Why don’t you take a shower and clear your head? Then we’ll talk after,” Ezra suggested.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Peter mulled it over. Despite being obviously suspicious, he was in
dire need of a shower. He was a rather particular person to begin with, so his current level of hygiene had to
be driving him insane. That’s probably what finally tipped him over the edge.
“Alright,” Peter nodded, looking at Ezra severely. “I’ll get cleaned up. But we’ll talk after.”
“Of course,” Ezra agreed.
Peter gathered some clothes that Ezra had brought for him, then went into the bathroom.
As soon as
the we heard the water running in the shower, Ezra rushed about the room. He grabbed the keys to the Rove
Rover Ranger and his cell phone, and I jumped off the bed before he had a chance to slip on his shoes.
“What are you doing?” I demanded nervously.
“I have to go talk to them.” Ezra pulled in his shoes and glanced at the bathroom, making sure that
Peter couldn’t hear us, then lowered his voice. “Stay here, and make sure he doesn’t leave.”
“But Peter doesn’t think you should go, and I think he’s right!” I insisted, and for some reason, I did
my best to keep my voice low enough so Peter couldn’t
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