Claudia opened the door to the Rodeo. I stepped out with her hovering over me. I'm guessing there's a hitman on my trails.
I leaned down low so that no one would see me. They rushed me through the parking lot standing over me, hiding me in the shadows. Their paranoia played upon my skin like a guitar string. My claustrophobia was spreading across my mind. I didn't want to be covered. I wanted to be free. I wanted to breathe. I pushed Shawn out of my way as I went for the glass door. My body froze when the glass fell in on itself from the bullet that shot through it. I immediately went down low beneath Shawn. He pulled me to his arms and cradled me against him. He walked in through the broken glass with Claudia on his heels. He ran to the waiting table screaming at the people to help him.
"Where's the jet?"
"Only Sara Pezzini can board."
I raised my hand at her. "I'm Sara."
She quickly stepped out from behind the table and ran to the nearest hallway. We followed all the way back past the waiting room with the many people on their hands and knees trying to hide from the coming bullets. I'm sorry, but if a bullet's coming, it doesn't matter if you're up or down. It all hits human flesh.
Shawn let me walk on my own when we reached a secluded hallway. The lady was a few feet ahead of us talking to another assistant. I ran up to them smiling until I saw the gun. I dropped to the ground as the bullet blasted into the light blue wall. The lady slapped the gun out of the assistant's hand then yelled at me to get up.
"Go! Get out of here alive."
I jumped to my feet and ran for the door. I opened it up quickly then sprinted for the jet. The sunlight pounded down on my bare shoulders as I finally realized what I was wearing. I was in a black tank top with my Beretta open to the world. My black jeans were dusty and had two large holes at the knees. As I stood at the steps of the jet, I looked down at my feet. I had no shoes on. All of a sudden the heat burned in through my skin. I rushed up the stairs taking two steps at a time into the opening of the jet. I pushed past the pilot who was awaiting my presence. I tiptoed over to the bathroom, pulled open the door, and quickly lifted my feet onto the sink to run cold water over them. I sat back on the toilet smiling. I made it out of their alive. How wonderful.
I walked out of the bathroom to see a jet in complete darkness. The only thing that was visible was a small light floating above a golden coffin. I froze in midmotion as a man with long black hair and grayish blue eyes stepped out in back of it. His lips were full and his chin was square. His face held an edge that only time and pain could cause. His voice was smooth and deep with a pure English accent.
"Sara, I am Ian Nottingham."
"Hi Ian."
"I am only here to take care of my master."
"Isaiah's in the coffin?"
He smiled down at me. "Yes."
"Whatever. I'm going to the back of the jet so I can be left alone. You stay here and have fun watching your precious vampire's lengthy sleep."
He smiled shyly at me. I ignored him and headed for the back of the plane.
* * *
I leaned the chair back as far as it could go then lifted the footrest. I stretched my body out before I completely relaxed.
My hair was blowing across my face from the air conditioner vent right in front of me. I leaned my head back and let the wind dance along my skin. For once, I actually had a break. The scent of jasmines was fresh in the air, but I didn't care. I was actually free for a few hours. No one to bug me or try to kill me. Just me, the coffin, and Ian. I honestly don't think Ian will grow balls and bug me. If Isaiah needs me like he says, I'm free of pain and torture for a few hours. I'm also free of love. Letting Cameron go will be either the smartest or stupidest thing I've ever done. I'm hoping for the greatest, but hey, my family has a history of going with the stupid ways. I hope to break that cycle. Maybe one day I'll miss Cameron. Am I already missing him? I'm thinking of him a lot. Oh hell, I'm sitting in a dark room comfortable. What more could I ask for? What more can I get without a heavy price? Only one way to find out. Texas, here I come again. May I leave St. Louis changed and if I shall ever return, may I return matured and improved. May I return an educated necromancer with life on her mind. May I come back for love and joy. May I return for Cameron. No! May I return for my best friend. Yeah! Life starts now. My sweet revelation has begun.