Chemistry and Quantum Physics – Chapter 4
Adalind's POV
A Siegbarste or two would be wonderful to have as my personal bodyguard/s. Then again, I guess any class of Wesen would be perfect company right now. I've collected enough change to get a disposable phone to order a few or so but I've been thinking about what the Grimm had just told me to do.
I can't wrap my mind around the fact that he's giving me a 'head start' and he asked me to 'stray' in the sweetest manner. What does that even mean? Is he that dominant for him to ask me to get lost? I mean, what's his excuse? He knows what I came here for. I'm going to get it.
Nick's POV
I woke up with the weirdest image plastered on my mind. A pair of blue, round eyes. I'm sure they were hers, only I'm not sure why they were on extreme close up. Everything's a blur.
Reviewing where dreams come from, I came up with the findings that dreams are fragments of memories that are in the back of your head. But why would my subconscious fabricate such a dream? Why Adalind? It's not like I think of her all the time. Only on occasions like these. She drives me un-romantically insane. No romance.
Though I have considered a friendship before, but that ship has sailed. She's a hostile power and I'd like to get rid of her.
But why'd I dream about her?
BAH! Contradicting my own thoughts will make me go mad. As if my situation isn't crazy enough.
Four hooded figures crept out of sight and reappeared a few feet behind Adalind. She knew walking the streets at night was dangerous for a lady like her, especially now that she didn't have her valuable line of defense. She didn't know where to go. Every alley was packed with men that looked like criminals, beggars, most lanes were infested with rats.
"Boy, the Grimm's advice on going astray sure sucks," she thought.
Adalind was destitute, hungry, and was probably about to get the rape of her life.
One of the four hooded men prowled up in front of her and she saw big black eyes and antennae.
A Mellifer.
Its tone was grotesque and his head was tilted to one side, "The disgusting odor of a Hexenbiest lingers around you. I'm surprised you've not morphed yet."