Kat doesn't usually obey orders, especially from strangers, but this is the one exception. I mean, who would ignore an invitation to Buckingham Palace?
chapter two
"Kaaat." I ignored Hale's whining and tried to concentrate on the book I was holding. As much as I disliked not being able to prepare for this job, I was quite enjoying the relaxation of the journey in the jet. Hale, not so much.
"Kaaat." he kicked the back of my chair, just like a five year old. He was a five year old. Mentally. I tried to ignore him.
"Kaaat!" his kicks were getting more frequent and much more impatient. I rolled my eyes. It was like trying to entertain a little boy, something I was not prepared to do. I wasn't going to spend the whole journey giving Hale the attention he wanted. Hell no.
"Kaaaaaaat!" I couldn't take it any longer. Furious, I span around in my seat to face him, and was caught by surprise. I could see the pleasure register on his face at my shock, something had happened very rarely. Hale's face was pressed up against my seat, his wide eyes fixated on me in an intense stare. I had never seen him so focused. It caught my off guard for a moment, but only for a few seconds at most.
"What do you want, you bloody idiot?" I snapped, staring right back at him.
"I'm bored." I rolled my eyes. He smirked.
"I hate you."
"Uh-huh."
By the time we landed in London, Hale and I weren't on speaking terms. He had annoyed me on the private jet. I'd hit him a few more times than completely necessary. We hadn't forgiven each other quite yet.
"Had a little domestic?" Marcus teased, and I was even more astonished that I was on the jet. Usually he barely even spoke. Yet now he was joking around? What was he so happy about?
"Are you feeling alright, Marcus?" I asked as he handed me a thick coat with fur around the hood and fleece on the inside. When I put it on, I was instantly wrapped in warmth against the sharp wind of London. The one thing I hadn't missed about England was the terrible weather, no matter how stereotypical that was. But I didn't have time to complain, because Marcus and Hale were both climbing into the poshest car I'd ever seen. Seriously, it made Arturo Taccone's car look like a piece of rubbish.
"Hey, wait! Where are we going?" I clambered in after them, thankfully not having to sit next to Hale.
"Buckingham Palace, obviously!" He snapped as the car started rolling out of the airport. I turned to stare out of the window, so I wouldn't have to fake another smile. I hated fighting with Hale, whom I considered my closest and most trustworthy friend. But of course I couldn't ever tell him that, otherwise I would never see the end of it.
"I knew that." I choked out through the lump in my throat. I didn't understand why I was so upset. I never got upset, not like this. I shook away the feeling, and turned to Marcus.
"How long will it take us to get there?"
"A couple of hours, Katarina."
"Wake me up when we get there, then." I made myself comfortable, shot Hale a glare, and closed my eyes.