Fallen Five by Erica Spindler

Author:Erica Spindler [Spindler, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 37620703
Publisher: Double Shot Press
Published: 2018-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-two

10:45 P.M.

Heart in her throat, Micki stared at the note propped up on Angel’s pillow. The note, written on a piece of paper ripped from her sketch book and written in charcoal, looked as if it had been the last thing Angel had done before she left.

After all the things you said to me about Seth, I can’t stay here anymore. I’m living with Arianna until I figure out what to do next. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

Angel

When did she leave? The days had begun to run together, but Micki was certain she’d seen her the other morning. Hadn’t she?

No, Micki remembered, she hadn’t actually seen her. Just her empty cereal bowl—evidence that she’d been there.

Micki told herself it was for the best. Considering what was going on, and Natalie King’s threat against those Micki cared about, the last place Angel needed to be was here.

But still, it hurt. She hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye.

How would it feel to lose those you love most?

Natalie King’s words rang in her ears and she wondered if this was what she’d meant. Her friends deserting her, turning on her, rejecting her. She could live with that, Micki decided. As long as King didn’t hurt them.

Micki propped the note carefully back in its original spot. She had planned to talk to Angel, suggest she stay somewhere else for a while, someplace safe. Until Eli and the professor returned and helped her figure out what to do.

Micki started to pace. If they returned.

Stop it, Micki. They’re coming back.

A couple days, Arianna had said.

Arianna, who now had Angel.

Micki stopped short, heart lodging in her throat. What if she didn’t? What if Angel was in trouble? Tricked by Natalie King or whatever she was?

Micki glanced at the clock. Nearly eleven o’clock. Late to be calling anyone, but she couldn’t not call. Micki dug her phone from her pocket and punched in Arianna’s number.

The woman answered, sounding wary.

“Is Angel with you? This is Micki.”

Silence.

“Is she?”

“Angel’s with me, yes.”

“Thank God, I was afraid—”

“I can’t talk to you, Micki. I’m sorry. Good night.”

She ended the call and Micki was left holding the dead phone to her ear. Mad Dog Dare didn’t cry, Micki reminded herself, fighting the urge to do just that. Mad Dog crushed skulls.

But that wasn’t the way she felt. She felt wounded. And alone. In a way she hadn’t since Hank’s death.

His medal seemed to warm and she curled her fingers around it. The warmth seemed to sink into her, reassuring her she wasn’t alone. That he was still with her.

The feeling was so real that at the knock at her door, his name jumped to her lips. Catching herself, Micki retrieved her service weapon and made her way to the door. She peered through the peep hole.

Eli. It was Eli. She tucked her gun into her waistband and flung open the door. He folded her in his arms, and she clung to him, relief spilling over her like the sun.

“When did you get back? Arianna said you and Professor Truebell had been called to the High Council.

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