Two chapter in a day! Yeah! Okay, Alek's POV this time, and romance people, the romance is kind of on hold, but, well, KEEP READING and you won't be discouraged. Newkirk fans, I promise more of Newkirk maybe next chapter. Sorry, though, this chapter still is kinda short... I can't really change that :( Keep the reviews coming!
Disclaimer: Don't own Leviathan.
Alek's heart nearly stopped at the first sound.
Then he heard a gruff voice in German: "Wrong room, dummkopf. Ours is the one next door."
Another voice muttered something incoherant, and Alek heard footsteps walking away. Simultaneously, the three of them let out a breath of relief. Volger turned angrily to Deryn.
"You brash fool!" he hissed. "If it hadn't been the wrong room-"
"I would have thought of something," Deryn replied defiantly. "You didn't have any other ideas."
Volger opened his mouth to retort back, but Alek came between the two of them.
"Both of you, stop," Alek said tiredly. "Deryn, it was a little riskier than I would have perferred, so do avoid doing it again. Volger, you have to admit that we are still safe, and had we been out there, they would have found us."
"They still could," Deryn pointed out, apparently irritated that he hadn't approved of her idea, "or whatever blokes that rented this posh room."
Volger sighed, and said, "Let's just get moving, shall we? Alek, I do hope you still remember what you heard, or else this mission would be worth nothing."
They wound up jumping out the window, because Deryn feared that using the hall would be too risky.
"You're the expert on risky," Alek muttered, rubbing his knee from where he had bashed it against the windowframe rolling out.
"And it seems you are the expert on thickheadedness," Count Volger replied drily, examining the swelling knee. "Did I not tell you to tuck in your head and roll as soon as you hit the ground?"
"I did," Alek replied, wincing as Colger prodded his knee. "This happened when my knee caught on the windowframe."
"Aye," Deryn said, amusement in her eyes, "But tuck and roll doesn't mean fall like a stone, hit the ground, and then roll over and moan."
Alek glared at her. He had the feeling that she thought it too amusing, but couldn't think of a cutting reply to that jab.
"Well, no bone broken, it seems," said the count, standing up and brushing off his hands. "I think it high time to giver these to Dr. Barlow." With that he scooped up the papers and strode off into the darkness.
"He's a regular bucket of sunshine, eh?" asked Deryn, pulling him to his feet.
Alek groaned, and then supported himself by slinging an arm over her shoulder. "He always is."
She laughed, and then wrapped an arm around his waist to help him walk, but Alek had no objection. "C'mon," she said, "before he tells Barlow that we've both been killed."
Okay, not really romance, but I'll call it close enough. Ending is a little wierd. :/