Mo, Dustfinger, and Farid took off at 5 o'clock exactly in Mo's van. They had to get weapons for defending themselves and Meggie. The first thing Dustfinger wanted to do when they found Meggie and Basta was to take his knife and cut off his fingers. That way, he'd never be able to touch or even harm Meggie ever again. He was so mad with Basta at this point; he should have been with Meggie despite her rejection. "Do you think she's alright?" Farid asked.
"Huh?" Dustfinger said, looking at the boy.
"Meggie," he said. "Do you think she's alright?"
"Oh, yeah," Dustfinger said. "I'm sure she'll take care of herself with ease. She's capable of more than you think."
"You got that right," Mo said. "Meggie's matured so much. It's so scary just to see as a beautiful young woman."
"Yeah, she's beautiful all right," Dustfinger said. Mo stomped on the brakes and whirled around to face the fire-eater as did his young apprentice. "What?"
"You're falling in love with my daughter, are you?" Mo asked.
"No!" Dustfinger cried.
"You said with some strange feeling in your voice," Farid said.
"No, I didn't," Dustfinger said.
"You're still married, Dustfinger," Mo said.
"I know that!" the ticked fire-eater shouted. "I was only agreeing to what you said!" Mo and Farid grew silent. "Was that so wrong?"
"No," Mo said, letting his foot off the brake and accelerated gently.
"You'd tell us if you liked her, right?" Farid asked.
"I would if I did, but I don't," Dustfinger said. Farid shrugged his shoulders and looked up ahead. However, what Dustfinger said was a lie. He was absolutely smitten about Meggie. He admired her creativity, intelligence, bravery, and passion for other people. He cursed himself for the many times he stared at her face, body,, eyes, and even her lips, but he couldn't help himself. Heck, he thought that she was downright gorgeous. However, he knew that Mo and Farid would be furious if he said any of this.
Sorry it's so short and it took so long! TT_TT