Enemies to Lovers – Part Sixteen
"We could go to the Manor," Peter suggested, resting his head in the palm of one hand.
"The Manor?" Gabriel repeated.
"Where Mom, Dad, Nathan and I used to live."
"Now who lives there?"
"Mom and Nathan, and Nathan's kids, when they're around. Which they're usually not."
"Is there room?"
Peter just stares at him in awe for a moment.
"What?"
"You've never seen it, have you?"
"No, why?"
Peter shakes his head and reaches across the table for his brother's hand. A moment later, they are gone.
"Woah," Gabriel says, looking at the masterpiece surrounding him.
"Yep."
"Are you sure this is a home? And not like a museum or something."
"I've lived here most of my life."
"Why didn't we come here in the first place?"
"Because it's among the top ten places I would most likely not go if I was trying to hide. Which means it would be one of the first places dad would look."
"He could spend a week looking for you in here and still not find you."
"I think you're exaggerating a little."
"Really not," Gabriel said as they walked down a large hallway. He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to shout 'Echo!' to see how many times his voice would reverberate off the walls.
"I swear to god, if you do it, I will hit you with something."
"Okay, that mind reading thing that you do is getting a little creepy."
"What mind reading thing?"
"I mean how you keep reading my thoughts."
"I do? Weird. I didn't even realize. Oh no…"
"What?" Gabriel asked, turning to face his now stationary sibling.
"This was a bad idea. He's here. Let's get out of here." He reached out and grasped his shoulder, transporting them away just as Arthur Petrelli rounded the corner.
"Can he follow us?" Gabriel asked when they returned to the apartment.
"Probably."
"We have to get out of here."
"Since when are you one to run from a fight?"
"Since there are three kids in the other room whose parents are dead because of me and the psycho that's following us."
I can not express how much I do not like this chapter. I hate it. But it was necessary.
Ella