55
By the time we reach the safe house high in the San Gabriel Mountains I’ve calmed a little, but every muscle in my body still feels strung tight, and I can’t stop tapping my foot, although I’ve tried.
Yin’s planned my rescue down to the tiniest detail and I know I’m in good hands, but it seems too good to be true. Too easy. Something has to fuck up. My luck surely can’t hold.
“Come on,” she smiles as she turns the car off, “the sun’s still up for a few more hours. We’re safe from vampires now even if they could find us, which they won’t. Even if they send humans after us I’ve laid quite a few false tracks. By the time they find this place, if they do, we’ll be long gone.”
I look into her determined eyes and, swallowing hard, nod.
Getting out of the car I allow her to take my hand as we walk towards the front doors of a small chalet.
“It’s the perfect place in ski season to enjoy the powder in this neck of the woods,” she says as she opens the door, “but this time of year not many people bother coming up here. We’ll get our disguises on here and then move to the next safe house.”
‘Disguises?’
She keeps hold of my hand as she turns on the light, before turning to me, taking my other hand in hers and looking into my eyes.
“What the fuck happened to you?” She whispers, her eyes searching mine. “Where’s the Angie I know?”
I shake my head. I don’t even know where to start.
“I think somewhere along the way, she got lost,” I whisper, “or buried.”
Yin looks down at my hands where I grip hers, and frowns.
“Since when do you bite your nails?”
Her words open the floodgates, and the sob that escapes my throat rips through the quiet of the chalet like the cry of an animal caught in a trap.