Hey. I'm back. I wouldn't expect another chapter after this one for a couple weeks, but then I have a couple weeks or so after my mission trip where I'll be able to update and maybe even finish this book. Probably not, but after I finish this one I'll start to work on the sequel ASAP. But for now, enjoy and don't forget to review! It's your last chance!
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Linkin Park is better. $LinkinParkRocks$
How can you say that? You go to Penn State! I don't! ~PennStateGRL4eva~
Sucks for you. Especially because Mom won't let you have the keys to the Mustang for shopping today. $LinkinParkRocks$
Shopping? We are going to pick out boulders for the pool dumbass. Boulders don't even fit in the Mustang! ~PennStateGRL4eva~
We flew for a while and eventually Fang switched hands because the one he was holding up must've lost circulation in it. "Are you up to this?" Fang asked. "I mean, I know for a fact that you are not completely healed yet."
"I'm healed enough." I said, swooping in a large, graceful arc around him to prove my point. Then I flew extra fast and stopped when I was about twenty miles ahead of him. I flew back quickly, and he was grinning. I turned around to fly next to him.
"Point taken." He brushed his wings against mine. I looked over at him and he had the same stoic expression on his face that he had been wearing the entire flight so far. I sped up and turned my back so I was flying backwards – harder than it sounds but it was still a skill needed in order to be able to fight and remain aloft – and faced him with my No-funny-business-because-you-can't-lie-to-me face.
"So what gives? What is in New York that has something to do with your stepdad? Oh, and I'm sorry about that by the way." I added, knowing that from his expression he was upset about it.
"It's not that my stepdad was evil that's bothering me. It's something else. Do you want to take a break, find a tree to chill in?" he asked.
I looked down, we had just started to go over Kansas, and there were big dark clouds hovering below us. I looked North-West and saw a lush forest. "Sure. Quick detour."
We swooped over to the woods, which happened to be right on the border of Kansas and Nebraska. I sat on a large limb, straddling it. The branch shook when Fang landed in front of me.
"So, are you gonna talk now?" I asked.
"Yeah, you see, I'm not upset about my stepdad being evil and trying to kill you, it's just that…" he broke off, struggling to say it.
"Fang, honey, what is it?" I asked, stroking his cheek, and then moving down to his bicep and shoulder. Fang caught my hand and held it, kissing the back. I was shocked when I realized that this was the first real alone time we'd had since I was kidnapped and 'killed.'
He took a deep breath. "It's just that, he tried to kill you, and I was part of it." Fang looked away, dropping my hand and avoiding my shocked gaze. "Back, before you know, that whole lab destruction mess, I was shot in New York." I flinched, remembering just ditching him on the street, practically bleeding to death. Who was that girl? Fang kept talking. "I passed out, and then I woke up in this apartment. It was a doctor's apartment, and she contacted Jeb, got all the information needed and patched up my wing. There was this man there, the doctor's husband, and he helped her fix my wing. He was told everything by the woman, who's name is Kathy. She told him about you, me, and the flock. He was my stepdad, and so he figured out where to find you. And then he tried to k-kill you." He shuttered, and I reached out to turn his face toward mine. He looked at me, and I saw it. Mr. Emotional Rock had tears in his eyes.
"Your stepdad…so Kathy is your biological mother? That's why we're going to New York?" I asked. I felt so shocked, I felt like we had switched roles. I had no way of showing my feelings at the moment, and he was sitting in front of me pouring his heart out.
Fang nodded. "You almost died, no; you did die, because of me. Dylan was right; you are in danger as long as we're together." He swung his one leg over so he was sitting on the branch with both legs on one side. He buried his face in his hands and actually started to cry.
Max, come on. This is your soul mate, reach out to him. He would do the same to you. The Voice said. I wasn't sure if it was the Voice, or just my own conscience, but I still scooted over next to him and put my arms around his strong torso, and he looked up. Seeing Fang with tears streaked on his face was a little unnerving, so I wiped them away with my thumbs.
"Fang, how many times have I told you?" I asked him. "I have been in danger my while life, everyday I am in danger. Dylan had it all wrong. We're not in danger when we're together; no, we're in danger as long as we're apart. I've always felt so safe as long as you're with me. We've been apart enough that I know that."
He turned his face so that he was looking right at me, and then suddenly grabbed my face in his hands so he could kiss me. At first we were a little gentle with each other but then we both got more wanting, and hungry. My hands knotted into his long hair, and he grabbed me by the waist and shoved me against the trunk of the tree, and I worked my lips across his face, tasting the salt on his cheeks from his tears.
Fang pulled back, looking me right in the eyes as he said, "Marry me Max."
Cliffy, I know. Review please! It's your last chance for two weeks!
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