Authors Note: This is really short but I couldn't resist a little mini cliffy! ;)

Maxs POV: Chapter 21

I looked down at the leafy green canopy beneath us. We had finally made it to California after about 3 days of flying as fast and far as we could with very short breaks in between. I looked over at Fang and saw him staring at me, making me blush. Damn all blushing to hell (if there is one).

It's only your hormones Max, a voice said in my head. I gasped, knowing it was Jeb but still not used to having another voice besides me in MY HEAD!

I'm sorry for this Max, Jeb said to me. I began to think about what he could possibly be sorry for when it hit me. Literally.

I felt pain explode in my head and it felt like my brain was falling to pieces. I gasped and dropped like a stone, my hands shooting up to my head as everything went black.

I woke up sometime later, tucked into something soft and warm. I tried to go back to sleep and heard Fang chuckle. Ignoring him I snuggled closer to his warm body, still trying to go back to sleep seeing as I didn't get any rest while I was unconscious.

"Fmax wake up!" Fang practically shouted in my ear. I jumped up and glared at him, my instincts having automatically put me in a fighting stance. Fang laughed and I shot him dagger glares. Oh if looks could kill.

"Fnick I need my beauty sleep."

"Yes you do! Because you sure aren't beautiful," he said, smirking at me. I growled and tackled him to the ground, straddling him and smirking.

I started to tickle the crap out of him and he laughed, somehow still managing to glare at me the whole time.

Finally I let up, letting him go and standing up to go sit down and eat something. Fang was still sitting though and as soon as I stood up he pulled on my hand, making me topple into his lap. "Nice Max," he said playfully.

"Gosh! I'm sorry Fang! A big hairy monster pulled me down!" I exclaimed, feigning mock sympathy. He smiled and said, "It's ok my love," pulling a shell-shocked-me into a hug and kissing my forehead.

Nudges POV:

I woke up and looked around. I was in a plain white room once again and also (once again) not strapped down. Those poor naïve scientists. I noticed the walls were made of plaster and that there were no windows, so, getting up I walked over to a wall that I assumed lead outside.

I brought my fist up and punched a hole straight through it, ignoring the pain that soon followed. I gripped the edges of the hole and began to tear it apart, making it big enough for me to fit through.

I walked right through the hole and dropped fast, realizing I was on the 10th floor. I snapped out my wings and flew high into the clouds, relishing the taste of freedom. It tasted a little wet… Or was that the clouds…