every time he stopped speaking? I gave him a severe questioning look.
“He landed face down, but his head bounced on the floor and flipped over, he stared at me with these big dead eyes.”
I giggled as a pulse of pleasure ran through me. That was a good story. Brian frowned at me disapprovingly. This kid sure needed to get over himself and get with the program.
“How did you get caught?” I prompted.
“The only way out I knew was back through the pool room. They dropped a silver net over me and put the cuffs on while I writhed about on the floor. That was when The Don told me about the Hawks.”
The silence lasted thirty seconds before I could stand it no longer.
“Well.”
“He said they’d been in touch and ordered him to let me go. He used some crude language to describe what he thought about that. Said three generations of DiMaggio’s had had run-ins with them and that was how he knew about silver and keeping me out of sunlight.”
“Why are they called The Hawks ?” That didn’t sound right to me. I was sure I’d recognize the name of my people when I heard it.
“He waved some envelope at me, practically rubbed my nose in it. There was a picture of a hawk embossed in red wax on it.”
“That’s a hawk, right?”
“Sure, I’ve seen them in the zoo and in movies.”
I switched on my photographic memory and recalled my envelope. Though the seal only showed the bird’s head and shoulders I saw the rest of the bird clearly in my mind. There was something special about this type of bird and I wondered why I hadn’t felt it before. I could imagine being that bird, swooping over canyons and forest. It felt good to fly.
Brian stared at me in a predatory way. I sat back, crossed my legs and looked as prim and proper as I could.
“You were sent here to rescue me?”
“I was sent here in exchange for you,” I corrected. “Only The Don had other ideas.”
“Your people must be smart though? I mean they can’t all be as stu…”
I drew in a sharp breath. I was going to take this kid over my knee and give him the spanking of his life if he kept this up. I crossed my legs a little tighter as that thought brought unexpected tingles in my groin.
“I mean, they must have expected…”
Now that was an interesting thought. But why would they want the two of us held captive? I was still considering the possibilities when the kid’s next words caught me by surprise.
“We must breed among ourselves, mustn’t we?”
How dare he proposition me? Who did he think he was? Indignation ran through me.
“I was alive for ten thousands years before your grandparents were conceived and you think I’d…”
He stared at me. I stopped talking because I couldn’t believe what I’d just said either. My face grew red as he kept his eyes fixed on me. I tried to think of something to say, but my traitorous mind had given up and left me to face the consequences of its actions.
“What I meant to say was…”
He lifted an eyebrow. How dare he lift an eyebrow? Who did he think he was to question my word? Why I… Again my mind walked away, leaving me stewing in the juices it created.
I heard a sound, light as a whisper at this distance, but infinitely welcome at that particular moment.
“The elevator’s coming. I need to lock myself back in my room. I’ll come and talk to you later.”
I ran to his door and fumbled trying to find the key in my pocket. He never said a word, just stared at me as though I had escaped from the local lunatic asylum. I closed his door and quickly locked it behind me. The elevator doors were opening. I ran to my room; I think I may have come close to flying I ran so fast. I closed the door, locking it behind me.
Breathing heavily with my back against the door I let my mind wander over everything the boy had told me. My people had sent me to rescue him. My memory loss and lack of strength must be part of their plan, so The Don would underestimate me and not put me in
“He landed face down, but his head bounced on the floor and flipped over, he stared at me with these big dead eyes.”
I giggled as a pulse of pleasure ran through me. That was a good story. Brian frowned at me disapprovingly. This kid sure needed to get over himself and get with the program.
“How did you get caught?” I prompted.
“The only way out I knew was back through the pool room. They dropped a silver net over me and put the cuffs on while I writhed about on the floor. That was when The Don told me about the Hawks.”
The silence lasted thirty seconds before I could stand it no longer.
“Well.”
“He said they’d been in touch and ordered him to let me go. He used some crude language to describe what he thought about that. Said three generations of DiMaggio’s had had run-ins with them and that was how he knew about silver and keeping me out of sunlight.”
“Why are they called The Hawks ?” That didn’t sound right to me. I was sure I’d recognize the name of my people when I heard it.
“He waved some envelope at me, practically rubbed my nose in it. There was a picture of a hawk embossed in red wax on it.”
“That’s a hawk, right?”
“Sure, I’ve seen them in the zoo and in movies.”
I switched on my photographic memory and recalled my envelope. Though the seal only showed the bird’s head and shoulders I saw the rest of the bird clearly in my mind. There was something special about this type of bird and I wondered why I hadn’t felt it before. I could imagine being that bird, swooping over canyons and forest. It felt good to fly.
Brian stared at me in a predatory way. I sat back, crossed my legs and looked as prim and proper as I could.
“You were sent here to rescue me?”
“I was sent here in exchange for you,” I corrected. “Only The Don had other ideas.”
“Your people must be smart though? I mean they can’t all be as stu…”
I drew in a sharp breath. I was going to take this kid over my knee and give him the spanking of his life if he kept this up. I crossed my legs a little tighter as that thought brought unexpected tingles in my groin.
“I mean, they must have expected…”
Now that was an interesting thought. But why would they want the two of us held captive? I was still considering the possibilities when the kid’s next words caught me by surprise.
“We must breed among ourselves, mustn’t we?”
How dare he proposition me? Who did he think he was? Indignation ran through me.
“I was alive for ten thousands years before your grandparents were conceived and you think I’d…”
He stared at me. I stopped talking because I couldn’t believe what I’d just said either. My face grew red as he kept his eyes fixed on me. I tried to think of something to say, but my traitorous mind had given up and left me to face the consequences of its actions.
“What I meant to say was…”
He lifted an eyebrow. How dare he lift an eyebrow? Who did he think he was to question my word? Why I… Again my mind walked away, leaving me stewing in the juices it created.
I heard a sound, light as a whisper at this distance, but infinitely welcome at that particular moment.
“The elevator’s coming. I need to lock myself back in my room. I’ll come and talk to you later.”
I ran to his door and fumbled trying to find the key in my pocket. He never said a word, just stared at me as though I had escaped from the local lunatic asylum. I closed his door and quickly locked it behind me. The elevator doors were opening. I ran to my room; I think I may have come close to flying I ran so fast. I closed the door, locking it behind me.
Breathing heavily with my back against the door I let my mind wander over everything the boy had told me. My people had sent me to rescue him. My memory loss and lack of strength must be part of their plan, so The Don would underestimate me and not put me in
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