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“Doesn't bother me… if you can mind your
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“Doesn't bother me… if you can mind your manners
I had to move then–to knot my fingers together in front of meI wanted so badly to push
Jamie's untidy hair out of his eyes and then leave my arm around his neckSomething that
would not go over well, I was sure
“Let's go,” Jeb said to us bothHe took us back out the way we had comeJeb walked on one
side of me, Jamie on the otherJamie seemed to be trying to stare at the floor, but he kept
glancing up at my face–just like I couldn't help glancing down at hisWhenever our eyes met,
we looked away again quickly
We were about halfway down the big hall when I heard the quiet footsteps behind usMy
reaction was instantaneous and unthinkingI skittered to one side of the tunnel, sweeping Jamie
along with one arm so that I was between him and whatever was coming for me
“Hey!” he protested, but he did not knock my arm away
Jeb was just as quickThe gun twirled out of its strap with blinding speed
Ian and the doctor both raised their hands above their heads
“We can mind our manners, too,” the doctor saidIt was hard to believe that this soft-spoken
man with the friendly expression was the resident torturer; he was all the more terrifying to me
because his exterior was so benignA person would be on her guard on a dark and ominous
night, a person would be readyBut on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when
she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?
Jeb squinted at Ian, the barrel of the gun shifting to follow his gaze
“I don't mean any trouble, JebI'll be just as mannerly as Doc
“Fine,” Jeb said curtly, stowing his gunI haven't shot anybody in a real
long time, and I sort of miss the thrill of itEveryone heard that and turned to see my horrified expression |