wouldn't—foolishly—open the door to him. Samuel meant her no harm but others could take advantage of her good nature.
Which is why she shouldn't be alone without any protection .
Still nothing. Something was wrong. All of the years of stealing faces and moving locations had taught him certain skills he wasn't proud to possess. However, not feeling 'proud' didn't mean he felt guilty. He didn't. Times like this one warranted a little know-how that wasn't necessarily legal.
Reaching into his ski-jacket pocket, he pulled out the screwdriver he always carried with him. There were certain things that he brought with him always. The screwdriver, dental floss, and a tootsie roll lollipop were among the group. After a second of jimmying with the door, he got the lock open. It was a good thing it was one of the old fashioned locks that required a regular key to get in. The newer hotels with the sliding cards were more complicated to open.
He pushed open the door, half expecting Eden to whack him in the face, screaming at the top of her lungs that a lunatic had broken into her hotel room. Silence met his entrance and Samuel poked his head inside to see what had occurred. Eden laid spread out on the bed, a large gash in her leg bleeding onto the exposed mattress.
Even as he moved, he sent his consciousness out toward hers. She was having a vision. He struggled against his powers, which wanted to meld with hers and join her in the prophecy. There was no stench of the demon in her mind, which meant they had more pressing concerns—like her bleeding leg and her current living situation.
Samuel's face started to itch and he pushed away the sensation. His appearance was going to have to last a little while longer despite his close vicinity to Eden. He looked around the room. This place was a dump. It might suffice during the summer when people just wanted a place to crash after spending all day at the beach but for winter lodging? No way was Eden going to remain in it, not during a winter storm.
The trick was going to be getting her out. He couldn't wait until she awoke so he could ask her to go with him. She'd be nuts to go running off with a stranger and he doubted she'd let him get very far in his explanation to even get the chance to ask. That left him few options except to do something he would really prefer not to do.
Sighing, he knew he had no choice. Hell, he'd already broken into her hotel room. What were a few more laws? He stared down on the floor at the pathetic winter coat she'd ventured out into the cold wearing. His Eden hadn't prepared well for her sudden venture off the island.
Samuel's face felt like it was on fire—a sensation he'd actually lived through once and he didn't particularly care for having to endure it again. Using only his sheer force of will to control the panic that threatened to overtake him, he made himself stay in the present. He couldn't help Eden or himself if he freaked out.
He tugged off his own coat and wrapped Eden up in it. The car he'd 'borrowed' and intended to put back—just where he'd found it—wasn't far away. It wasn't like he could purchase his own vehicles. He didn't even have a driver's license although he knew how to operate just about every type of car, motorcycle, or boat he encountered. How could he go to the DMV and have a picture taken when his face altered all the time? If he got pulled over, the cops would assume he'd stolen the car.
Fortunately for Eden, he didn't mind bending the law when it was absolutely necessary. This was one of those moments.
"Okay, pretty girl. We're getting out of here. Just after I wrap up your leg and then I'll fix it when we get back to my place."
He darted into the bathroom and used one of the towels to make a temporary bandage that would have to do until he could take care of it more properly.
After he put Eden in the car, he'd come back for her bag. The thought did occur to him that maybe he should find a way to bring her back to
Which is why she shouldn't be alone without any protection .
Still nothing. Something was wrong. All of the years of stealing faces and moving locations had taught him certain skills he wasn't proud to possess. However, not feeling 'proud' didn't mean he felt guilty. He didn't. Times like this one warranted a little know-how that wasn't necessarily legal.
Reaching into his ski-jacket pocket, he pulled out the screwdriver he always carried with him. There were certain things that he brought with him always. The screwdriver, dental floss, and a tootsie roll lollipop were among the group. After a second of jimmying with the door, he got the lock open. It was a good thing it was one of the old fashioned locks that required a regular key to get in. The newer hotels with the sliding cards were more complicated to open.
He pushed open the door, half expecting Eden to whack him in the face, screaming at the top of her lungs that a lunatic had broken into her hotel room. Silence met his entrance and Samuel poked his head inside to see what had occurred. Eden laid spread out on the bed, a large gash in her leg bleeding onto the exposed mattress.
Even as he moved, he sent his consciousness out toward hers. She was having a vision. He struggled against his powers, which wanted to meld with hers and join her in the prophecy. There was no stench of the demon in her mind, which meant they had more pressing concerns—like her bleeding leg and her current living situation.
Samuel's face started to itch and he pushed away the sensation. His appearance was going to have to last a little while longer despite his close vicinity to Eden. He looked around the room. This place was a dump. It might suffice during the summer when people just wanted a place to crash after spending all day at the beach but for winter lodging? No way was Eden going to remain in it, not during a winter storm.
The trick was going to be getting her out. He couldn't wait until she awoke so he could ask her to go with him. She'd be nuts to go running off with a stranger and he doubted she'd let him get very far in his explanation to even get the chance to ask. That left him few options except to do something he would really prefer not to do.
Sighing, he knew he had no choice. Hell, he'd already broken into her hotel room. What were a few more laws? He stared down on the floor at the pathetic winter coat she'd ventured out into the cold wearing. His Eden hadn't prepared well for her sudden venture off the island.
Samuel's face felt like it was on fire—a sensation he'd actually lived through once and he didn't particularly care for having to endure it again. Using only his sheer force of will to control the panic that threatened to overtake him, he made himself stay in the present. He couldn't help Eden or himself if he freaked out.
He tugged off his own coat and wrapped Eden up in it. The car he'd 'borrowed' and intended to put back—just where he'd found it—wasn't far away. It wasn't like he could purchase his own vehicles. He didn't even have a driver's license although he knew how to operate just about every type of car, motorcycle, or boat he encountered. How could he go to the DMV and have a picture taken when his face altered all the time? If he got pulled over, the cops would assume he'd stolen the car.
Fortunately for Eden, he didn't mind bending the law when it was absolutely necessary. This was one of those moments.
"Okay, pretty girl. We're getting out of here. Just after I wrap up your leg and then I'll fix it when we get back to my place."
He darted into the bathroom and used one of the towels to make a temporary bandage that would have to do until he could take care of it more properly.
After he put Eden in the car, he'd come back for her bag. The thought did occur to him that maybe he should find a way to bring her back to
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