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Max's POV
"Time to be going little vons!" I groaned as Alexander's voice bellowed throughout the cabin. "You might be vanting to put on a shirt, it is quite cold outside," Alexander said, patting my shoulder. I hissed at the pain of one burn his fingers brushed. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Don't worry Alexander, Max is just being a baby," I heard Molly say as she stood up. That made me sit bolt upright. That was quite a change from her crying against my chest last night because she felt guilty. "Is there a place where I can freshen up?" she asked. Alexander shook his head.
"No sorry miss, you will have to wait until we reach Bor-Ondor," he said.
"Is that the place with the plane?" I asked and he nodded. "Then lets go," I said, standing up and walking past Molly towards the door, pulling on my shirt in the process.
If she was going to ignore what happened last night, ignore what I was obviously feeling for her, then so was I.
After feeding us, Alexander set out for Bor-Ondor. The walk was a long and boring one, Alexander taking us over the bridge and along the rest of the railroad tracks until we went through a small village. We followed him through, watching the locals wave to him as we passed.
"Someone's popular," I mumbled to Molly. She only scoffed. When we reached what looked like a farm, Alexander stopped.
"Dis is vhere the plane is," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"This is a farm, there's not a an airstrip in sight," I said, pointing to the barn and field near to our left side.
"It is an open space with a plane," Alexander said, as if that justified it.
"Then where's the plane?" Molly asked. Alexander smiled as he led us to the farmhouse. We followed him, me getting ready to pull Molly out of here if anything funny happened. When we reached the side door, Alexander banged on it.
"Luka! Open up!" he shouted. After a few more knocks a skinny, blonde haired man wearing a thick jumper under a pair of dungarees opened the door. His face brightened.
"Alexander!" he cried, wrapping the bear like man in hug. Molly and I shared a look as the two men separated. "Vhat are you doing here, I haven't seen you in veeks!" he exclaimed in a happy voice.
"It's good to see you too my friend but I come vith a request." Luka nodded for him to continue. "Vith me I have two friends who need a ride and you are flying tomorrow if I'm not mistaken?" Luka nodded.
"Yes I am taking my shipment of wool to Australia for my buyer," he said. Alexander shot me a look and I nodded. Anywhere away from Vladimir and those maniacs would be good and across the ocean would buy us a lot of time. "Is it possible that my two friends here could hitch a ride vith you?" he asked.
Luka's eyes skimmed over us, summing us up in a quick look. His eyes lingered on me for a bit and I shivered. Molly gripped my hand in comfort.
"The plane might not be able to take all the veight. They vill have to choose who goes," he said bluntly before walking into his farm house again. Alexander turned to us.
"I'm afraid that is all he vill agree to." I nodded.
"Ok, Molly will go with him and I'll stay here until he comes back." Molly stared at me, her eyes wide.
"I-I thought-"
"That's final," I said before pushing her into the house and shutting the door. Alexander was staring at me. "I need a place to stay," I said emotionlessly.
"There is an inn in the town, come vith me and I vill show you and ve vill return to the cabin in the morning," he said. I nodded following him.
What I doubt that he, Luka or even Molly knows is that I have a plan. I already vowed to myself that where Molly goes I go and I never break a promise.
Else where across the world…
"Come on Max, pick up your phone!" Alex growled into her ringing Blackberry.
"What are you doing Alex? Max has been missing for almost a week and you're only just calling his phone now?" Justin yelled, racing down the stairs with a bunch of yellow flyers in his hands. Alex scoffed.
"Yeah and posters are they way to go in New York city," she said. Justin glared at her.
"Well at least I'm doing something about trying to find him. Better then what you're doing!" at that moment Theresa walked in.
"Doing what kids?" she asked. Alex quickly snatched the flyers from Justin and stuffed them behind the couch cushion.
"Sending Max a text," she said quickly. Theresa nodded.
"Oh yeah, tell him his mommy misses him and can't wait for him to come back from soccer camp," said in her mothering voice. Alex forced a smile.
"Will do mom," she said, pretending to be typing on her phone.
"Still I wonder how he could forget to tell us he signed up for a camp and left on the same day," Theresa mumbled to herself.
"Well you know Max mom, he always forgets some of the most obvious of things," Justin said hurriedly. Theresa shrugged, grabbing the laundry basket off the couch before leaving the room. "We may need to call in some help," Justin sighed out as soon as she was gone.
"Good thing I got my phone," Alex said in a smug voice as she started dialling again. Justin glared at her.
"I meant wizard help!" he snapped, already heading for the lair. Alex followed, pocketing her phone as she trailed behind her older brother.
Max's POV
After using some of the money Molly had taken to rent a room in the inn for the night, I waited until midnight. As soon my phone beeped I was up and out of bed. I looked to my phone. 12.00am exactly with six missed calls, all from Alex and Justin. Unfortunately I couldn't call back…out of credit. Hey don't blame me, those contracts are rip offs!
Anyway, I quietly headed out, being careful not to wake Alexander. I felt a little bad for being so harsh to they guy, so I left him a couple hundred euros on my pillow as a thank you.
Slipping out of the inn, I raced across the village towards Luka's farm. As I reached the field I noticed a plane sitting in front of the barn. Luka probably had it out ready for tomorrow morning. Sneaking up to the farm house, I readied myself.
"I need a lift to see a friend, so that our journey can find its end," I said before my feet were lifted from the air. Along with the levitating came the intense pain as the bracelet burned the skin on my wrist. As I came to the first window I took a look inside.
A shape was lying on a bed and I would have taken the time to appreciate how beautiful Molly looked dressed in nothing but a tank top and pyjama shorts if my wrist wasn't in agonising pain.
"Molly!" I hissed. She groaned, rolling over. "Molly!" I hissed again. Her eyes opened slowly.
"Max?" she asked and I quickly lowered myself to the ground as she came to the window, rubbing her eyes. "Max how did you…?"
"Get down!" I called up to her.
"What? How? Why?" she asked groggily.
"Jump, I'll catch you," I said and her eyes widened.
"Are you crazy?" she asked.
"No, just confident," I said with a smile. She hesitated and my smile faltered. "Do you trust me?"
There was a long pause as Molly stared down at me, emerald green against dark brown. She searched my eyes, looking for any sign of deception.
"Yes," she said before retreating back into the room. I waited, wondering what she was up to.
Before my eyes, after a few seconds of waiting, Molly leaped from the window, bag by her hip. I backed up, wondering if I would actually be bale to catch her. My question was answered as she plummeted into my arms, her weight causing me to fall on my ass with the momentum.
I groaned, looking over to Molly. She was panting, staring at me. Then she slapped me right in the face. "How dare you make me think that you were staying here and abandoning me with a creepy farmer who is taking me to Australia!" she cried, standing up.
"I had a plan!" I defended, standing up in front of her. She leaped forwards, hugging me.
"Oh Thank God for that!" she said, pulling away. "What's the plan?" she asked. I grinned, pulling her towards the plane. "Max? What are you doing?" she asked.
"You'll see," I said, opening the door to the plane. I got in, signalling for Molly to get in behind me.
"Max we can't steal his plane," Molly said. I looked down at her, watching as she lifted a piece of her hair and started to chew on it.
"Why not, it's already loaded with his cargo and he knows where it's going so he can just pick it up later." Molly stopped chewing her hair.
"I guess that's ok then," she said before climbing up behind me. "Wait, do you know how to fly a plane?" she asked. I nodded.
"Of course," I said with some confidence. She shrugged before leaning back. "I want to go home and bring the girl, make flying this plane a total whirl," I grit my teeth through the pain that seared the skin on my wrist for the second time that night as the plane jumpstarted into life. "See, no problem."
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