Angel by L.A. Weatherly

Author:L.A. Weatherly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-10-29T22:32:28+00:00

about before, and now I can’t even see it.”

Alex was lying back in the passenger seat, his eyes half-closed. “This part of it’s just like Arkansas, pretty much,” he said. “Don’t worry, you’re not missing anything exciting.”

From what I could see in the headlights, he was right. “What do you think wil happen when we get to the camp?” I asked.

He sat up a bit, stretching his arms. “We’l need to get al the AKs together and regroup, and then set up on our own again without the angels knowing. I don’t know how many AKs there are out in the field now - hopeful y Cul y wil have some idea, so we can work out what our next move is.”

I real y wasn’t sure how I was supposed to fit into this, or why the angels were so certain I was a threat to them. It didn’t matter, though - for as long as my family might be in danger, there was no way I was going home. Mixed feelings swirled through me: a sharp stab of sadness at the thought that I might never see Mom again, but also a sense of relief that whatever the future held, it sounded as though I would be with Alex.

I swal owed as I realized just how important that had become to me. When had that happened?

“Do you want me to drive for a while?” asked Alex, glancing over at me. “You’ve been at it for hours now.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said after a pause. And I pul ed over so that we could change sides.

IT WENT FASTER WITH BOTH of us taking turns behind the wheel. By around noon the next day, we’d passed through Oklahoma and were heading across the Texas panhandle. I stared out the windshield in awe. I had never seen anything to compare with the absolute flatness here - the sweeping, empty expanses of burned-looking grass, stretching out for miles to the unbroken line of the horizon. The sky soared above us, looking about ten times larger than usual, and grain elevators peppered the landscape. Every dusty little town seemed to have one, though often there wasn’t a single person in sight. As I drove, I gazed at an abandoned elevator that stood beside a boarded-up house, wondering if the owner had final y become so fed up with al the flatness that he’d just left.

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