Аманда Хокинг - Flutter

Peter had obviously gone without eating for a very long time, and he gulped down almost four canisters of blood when we reached the hotel. That was enough to make even the strongest vampire woozy, and he laid down on Ezra’s bed and almost instantly fell asleep. He had spent the last month in the woods, with the last week or so spent hiding in a cave, so overall, he was in pretty sorry shape.

Ezra leaned on the dresser, watching Peter sleep, and there was such a sublime look on his face that I didn’t dare say anything to him. Knowing that Peter was here, alive, safe… We weren’t completely out of the woods yet (literally and figuratively), but we were definitely a step in the right direction.

His contentment at just staring at Peter didn’t catch on to me. I was truly thrilled that Peter was okay, but that was only a small hurdle in all of this. A good night’s sleep and a full stomach wouldn’t cure the fact that he had seriously pissed off a pack of lycan. While I had no intention of abandoning Peter, I didn’t like the idea of leading them back to our house, to our family, where they would just pick us all off.

I walked around the room, fidgeting and feeling restless. I tried to sit down on my bed, relax and get comfortable, but I could hardly stand it. There were a million thoughts racing through my head, and the only thing that kept me from spouting them all out was fear of offending Ezra. To a lesser extent, I had a fear of waking Peter, but I didn’t think he’d be easily disturbed. He had to be incredibly exhausted when we found him.

Finally, it got to be too much, and I leaned on the dresser next to Ezra. I figured it would be better if I were closer to him so I could whisper. Even if I knew we wouldn’t wake Peter, Ezra would probably think it was inconsiderate and shut me down if I used my normal speaking voice.

“So what’s the plan?” I whispered, looking up at Ezra.

“There isn’t much of one at the moment,” Ezra admitted tiredly.

In my hand, I had my phone, and I twirled it around nervously. There were fifteen text messages and two missed calls from Jack, along with seven messages from Milo. They wanted to know what was going on here, but I couldn’t tell them. Lying was not my strong suit, and the truth would just cause them both to flip out and rush here to get themselves killed or something.

“So…” I sighed and shifted my weight. “Peter’s gonna sleep and rest up, and then what? We are gonna hide here? We’re gonna go home? We’re gonna fight the lycan?”

Ezra chewed the inside of his cheek and chose not to answer me, but I didn’t fully appreciate that.

Peter stirred in the bed, moving his head against the pillow, and Ezra tensed up. He was feeling over protective, and I didn’t really blame him. But his paranoia should’ve left him plotting intricate escape plans instead of just gazing at Peter.

“We should just get some rest. We’ll come up with a plan tomorrow,” Ezra said at length.

“There’s no way I can sleep after this!” I hissed.

“Eat.” Ezra nodded to the bathroom, where he stored the blood in a sink filled with ice.

There were a million questions I should be making him answer, but as soon as he got me thinking about eating, there would be little else I could think of. As it was, I had already smelled it when Peter ate, and that had been hard to repress. It came back just as intense, and I decided that it would be better to just give in and get some sleep. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night worrying.

“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I reminded him harshly as I walked past him to the bathroom, and he just nodded.

I pulled out a canister of blood but sat down on the side of the tub before I opened it. I still had to tell Jack something to keep him from freaking out, so I replied to his texts with a short message saying, “We’re fine. At the hotel. Getting some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” It was as vague as I could make it while letting him know that I was alive and well. He responded almost immediately to it, but I ignored it. There was nothing I could say to it anyway.

I ate quickly, and it hit me instantly. I staggered into the next room like a drunk person, and I was thankful that I’d already changed into my pajamas at least. When we came back, my clothes were drenched from the snow and covered in dirt and what not, so I had changed right after Peter fell asleep. Within seconds of hitting my bed, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Ezra was sleeping on the bed next to me, pressed so close to the edge he was nearly falling off. I assumed it was because he had no other place to sleep and didn’t really want to disturb me or push me off the bed. Slowly, I sat up, careful not wake Ezra. Then I looked over Ezra’s shoulder and saw Peter sitting on the other bed, just staring over at us, and it was as disturbing as it was unexpected. I gasped, and even though I had managed to catch a surprised yelp before it escaped my lips, Ezra’s eyes shot open as soon as he heard me. Since I wasn’t used to sleeping with him, I couldn’t know if he was always this light of a sleeper, or if it was our current state of things that had him sleeping on edge.

“Sorry,” I smiled guiltily at Ezra.

He waved me off as he moved so he was sitting up. While he didn’t appear tense, his eyes searched the hotel room quickly, appraising it to make sure that nothing was out of place. He had slept on the covers, fully clothed, and he was much more alert than I was. Even though I had woken up with a start, I yawned and felt like I could fall back to sleep within minutes, if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. There was that whole matter of trying to figure out how we were going to get out of here alive.

“How long have you been awake?” Ezra asked Peter, looking at him carefully.

“Not long.” Peter tried to tuck his hair behind his ears, but it was filthy, almost to the point of being matted, and it was refused to tuck back.

“So what’s going?” I chimed in.

The boys were sitting across from each other, and Peter had lowered his gaze, but Ezra just kept staring at him. I was kind of hidden behind Ezra, and I felt left out of the conversation. I wrapped the comforter around my shoulders and scooted across the bed, so I was sitting next to Ezra. He glanced over at me and sighed, and I just kept looking between the two of them until one of them answered.

Somebody had to have an idea about what we were going to do.

“So… what?” I asked flippantly when neither of them said anything. “The plan is a staring contest of some kind? Cause that’s not a very good plan.”

“I have an idea,” Ezra finally admitted, and Peter gave him a hard look. “I can try and make an exchange.”

“What kind of an exchange?” Peter narrowed his eyes suspiciously and tensed up sharply.

“There’s nothing that you have that they want.”

“That’s not true,” Ezra shook his head. “While they don’t enjoy money, they require it. They have to travel to the larger cities to eat, and they can’t walk around in the rags they live in. They don’t work or have any sort of income flow. I know they don’t enjoy stealing or whatever it is they do simply because they don’t enjoy interacting with humans. I can help them lower their interaction.”

“They won’t take money. You’ve been gone for too long. You don’t remember what they’re like.”

Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“There’s got be something that they want!” Ezra insisted. “These aren’t self-sufficient creatures!

Gunnar is power hungry, and there is always something he can use to make himself more powerful.”

“Yeah, cause we really wanna make him more powerful,” Peter scoffed and stood up. “No. I appreciate the rest and food, but I’m going to have to go back out there and face them myself.”