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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 47Part 47
I have to tell him. I don't want this to get worse...
"Okay! Okay!" He tried to pull back from her, but couldn't compel his body do what he wanted it to, instead continuing with the dance. The angel laughed as she let herself be guided into he next step, hooking her leg around his.
"What's wrong, Nathan?" Dawn asked sweetly, mockingly, meeting his gray-eyed gaze with hers, the smirk on her lips devious. "Feeling like things have gone out of your control?"
The writer clenched his jaw, stepping in time to the music. He twirled her around like the other dancers, pulling her close to his body. He couldn't tell whether his heart was racing in panic or something else. "This isn't funny, Lumiel..."
"No? I think it's hilarious." She laughed again as Nathan picked her up in a lift. Her blue eyes flashed. "I want to be absolutely sure that we're clear this time: you will tell me right now how you know where I'm keeping Avaritia."
"I said okay!" Nathan snapped, his vo
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 41Part 41
It isn't my place to invite her.
Nathan gave her a thin frown. "He's been badly injured," he explained. "And I think for now it'd be better just for people he knows to visit. I don't know what kind of shape he's in."
The photographer pouted and sighed, but nodded in resignation. "Okay," she breathed. "I'll just... wait for Scott in the lobby." Susan gave him a tentative smile. "It was nice meeting you, Nathan." They exchanged brief farewell waves before she left down the hall.
Nathan wondered how much of his scant ten minutes he had lost talking to her as he entered Alton's room.
"Well, at least one of us is mobile."
Alton was sitting up in bed, a myriad of tubes and monitors connected to him, including a tube set in his nostrils to help him breathe. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his skin was very pale, but he still smiled when Nathan stepped in. "Looks like you made it out alright. The doctors told me I was lucky I didn't need a blood transfusion." There was
Edge of Thorns 2- Pt 40Part 40
He seems pretty eager to write about me instead of the big scoop. Maybe it's his guilt, but I should let him.
Nathan couldn't help but smile as he lifted his good shoulder. "Sure," he agreed. "Why not? Like you said, I've been through Hell and back. Might as well get something out of it, right?"
Scott laughed and rolled his eyes, but nodded. "My thoughts exactly. If you're up to it, I've already got a few questions jotted down in my notepad. I was prepared, you know, just in case..."
"Can I get a picture?" Susan had reached into her purse and fished out a small digital camera, holding it up as she looked between the two men. "Something with the two of you for the article?"
"I don't think you're allowed to have that in here," Scott pointed out quietly, waiting until she'd put the camera away. "But once they let him out, I see no reason why we can't get a few shots." He looked back at Nathan. "Which will probably be soon. I got stitches once. Long story short, I lea
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