ankle.”
“Well, I guess it’ll be alright,” I moaned just a little, to keep my false pain at the front of his mind.
The young man was in his early twenties. He had hair so blonde that it was almost cotton white, with eyes the color of the morning sky. His skin was golden brown in the lantern’s light and his body was in extremely good shape. I knew when he picked me up that we had made the right choice. His smile faded as his eyes closed. We must have looked like long time lovers with me in his arms and our face locked so close together. His hair slid over my cheek as I rose from my quick embrace. I licked my lips to remove any remaining evidence of his precious fluid. Then I watched in amazement as the two small wounds stopped bleeding.
“See, nothing to it. You’re as light as a feather,” he said looking slightly dazed.
“So this is your boat?”
“Yep,” he replied as he sat me on the edge of the boat. “Now hold on.”
Once he was in, he picked me back up and started to set me in a chair that was sitting by a table in the middle of the deck. I told him in my mind to stand me up where he was. He lowered my legs, never once asking about my ankle. It had worked. I told him that he would be staying a few more nights when he offered the information that he was leaving the next morning. I also told him that he would need to make changes to accommodate a few more passengers and left it at that. I was at the end of the dock fixing to step out onto the sand when the young man called out.
“Excuse me. What’s your name?”
“Renee.”
“Mine’s Sydney. Will I see you again?”
“Why don’t you come to my beach house tomorrow night around nine? You can’t miss it. It’s the big one at the end of the beach.”
“See you at nine,” he replied, waving as I walked away.
As soon as I was in the black shadows of what was left of the night, I took off running. I reached the bottom of the steps that went up to the beach house as the sun lit up the sky behind the residence. I ran at a speed that I didn’t even know I could. I was up the steps and over the gravel drive in seconds. When I reached the front door it flew open and I dove in, sliding all the way to the banister on my stomach. The door slammed shut and a blanket draped over my body. After Derek and Brandon slapped me from head to toe, making sure that I wasn’t burning, finding I wasn’t, Ashley eased the corner of the blanket off my head. My smile had to be huge as Bo stood there looking down at me with the same sort of smile spreading across his face.
“Need a hand?” he asked reaching down. “That was almost too close.”
“I know,” I replied taking his hand. “Don’t think I’ll be doing that again.”
“Yeah, and I don’t think I’ll be giving it a try.”
We both laughed nervously as we followed the others down to the basement. Because we couldn’t be sure if Rebecca and her goons had told the man to just change the locks and to lie to anyone who might come by or if he just took it upon himself to fix the ones that we had broken. Just in case he lied to us about it being months, we all decided to sleep in the same room, making sure to barricade the door. We piled up on the huge bed and slept with ease.
The next night I woke before the rest and slid off my side of the bed. I began looking at the blade that Bo had given me. I noticed that there were three red stones in the handle. The markings on the blade itself reminded me of the jewelry that Isa wore around his wrist. The designs were different, but somehow the same.
“You like it?” Bo whispered from behind me.
“Yeah, I really like it.”
“My old man told me that it used to belong to an Arab king of great wealth. I remember getting punched when I asked him what dead man he stole it off of. He could come up with some wild stories,” he said as I looked back at him. “Wish that he could have been half the man he pretended to be.”
“You just have to be
“Well, I guess it’ll be alright,” I moaned just a little, to keep my false pain at the front of his mind.
The young man was in his early twenties. He had hair so blonde that it was almost cotton white, with eyes the color of the morning sky. His skin was golden brown in the lantern’s light and his body was in extremely good shape. I knew when he picked me up that we had made the right choice. His smile faded as his eyes closed. We must have looked like long time lovers with me in his arms and our face locked so close together. His hair slid over my cheek as I rose from my quick embrace. I licked my lips to remove any remaining evidence of his precious fluid. Then I watched in amazement as the two small wounds stopped bleeding.
“See, nothing to it. You’re as light as a feather,” he said looking slightly dazed.
“So this is your boat?”
“Yep,” he replied as he sat me on the edge of the boat. “Now hold on.”
Once he was in, he picked me back up and started to set me in a chair that was sitting by a table in the middle of the deck. I told him in my mind to stand me up where he was. He lowered my legs, never once asking about my ankle. It had worked. I told him that he would be staying a few more nights when he offered the information that he was leaving the next morning. I also told him that he would need to make changes to accommodate a few more passengers and left it at that. I was at the end of the dock fixing to step out onto the sand when the young man called out.
“Excuse me. What’s your name?”
“Renee.”
“Mine’s Sydney. Will I see you again?”
“Why don’t you come to my beach house tomorrow night around nine? You can’t miss it. It’s the big one at the end of the beach.”
“See you at nine,” he replied, waving as I walked away.
As soon as I was in the black shadows of what was left of the night, I took off running. I reached the bottom of the steps that went up to the beach house as the sun lit up the sky behind the residence. I ran at a speed that I didn’t even know I could. I was up the steps and over the gravel drive in seconds. When I reached the front door it flew open and I dove in, sliding all the way to the banister on my stomach. The door slammed shut and a blanket draped over my body. After Derek and Brandon slapped me from head to toe, making sure that I wasn’t burning, finding I wasn’t, Ashley eased the corner of the blanket off my head. My smile had to be huge as Bo stood there looking down at me with the same sort of smile spreading across his face.
“Need a hand?” he asked reaching down. “That was almost too close.”
“I know,” I replied taking his hand. “Don’t think I’ll be doing that again.”
“Yeah, and I don’t think I’ll be giving it a try.”
We both laughed nervously as we followed the others down to the basement. Because we couldn’t be sure if Rebecca and her goons had told the man to just change the locks and to lie to anyone who might come by or if he just took it upon himself to fix the ones that we had broken. Just in case he lied to us about it being months, we all decided to sleep in the same room, making sure to barricade the door. We piled up on the huge bed and slept with ease.
The next night I woke before the rest and slid off my side of the bed. I began looking at the blade that Bo had given me. I noticed that there were three red stones in the handle. The markings on the blade itself reminded me of the jewelry that Isa wore around his wrist. The designs were different, but somehow the same.
“You like it?” Bo whispered from behind me.
“Yeah, I really like it.”
“My old man told me that it used to belong to an Arab king of great wealth. I remember getting punched when I asked him what dead man he stole it off of. He could come up with some wild stories,” he said as I looked back at him. “Wish that he could have been half the man he pretended to be.”
“You just have to be
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