Apolonia by Jamie McGuire

Author:Jamie McGuire [McGuire, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Jamie McGuire LLC
Published: 2014-10-04T16:00:00+00:00

WE TREKKED THROUGH MUD AND BRUSH and jumped across ditches full to the brim with cold rainwater. My toes were almost frozen and ached with every step. Cy’s pullover was warmer than my sweater, and keeping up with his pace was keeping my body temperature even. It seemed like right before I’d break a sweat, he would slow down a little bit.

We crouched in tall grass beside the first paved road. A helicopter had been flying over the area with a spotlight since we left the warehouse, but Cy kept us just out of sight.

“You see there?” he said, pointing. “We’re going to run as fast as you can to that old garage, wait for the helicopter to pass over, and then run to the next block.”

“How do you know the helicopter will pass over that garage?”

“Go!” Cy said, pulling me up and over the ditch, across the road, and to the garage.

“I wish I had Silver,” I said, ducking under Cy’s arm and breathing hard. “Dr. Z is going to kill me for leaving it behind.”

“I don’t think he’s worried about that now.” Cy checked his watch. After remembering it was broken, he looked away, grumbling something sounding like Arabic under his breath.

“Was it a gift? From her?”

“Sort of.”

“Can you just give me a straight answer?”

Cy ducked and pulled me down with him as the helicopter flew over the garage hiding us. The blades were so loud that I didn’t bother trying to talk. Once the light had touched everything in the area, the noise got farther and farther away.

“Let’s go!” Cy pulled on the coat, but I didn’t budge. He turned to me, his eyebrows pulled in. “Come, Rory! We must leave!”

“Okay, but when we get to where we’re going, you’re going to explain a few things. And I want straight answers. Promise me.” I knew this probably wasn’t the best time to be difficult, but this also wasn’t the best time for him to turn me down. I wanted the truth, and I was determined to get it.

After a second of hesitation, he nodded. “Okay, but we must go,” he said, holding out his hand.

I took it, and we bobbed and weaved in and out of shadows until we were where I’d started—Dr. Zorba’s.

A board creaked under Cy’s feet, and he froze.

“I told you, he’s not here,” I said, following Cy into the professor’s hallway.

“Maybe he left behind a clue of where he went. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Cy held my elbow under the faucet until he removed all the residual gravel. “First-aid kit?”

“Try under the sink,” I said, nodding.

Cy tried under the sink and then proceeded to open every cabinet in the kitchen.

“Found it,” he said.

Cy grabbed the clear plastic box from above the stove, and kneeled in front of me as I sat on one of Dr. Z’s wooden kitchen chairs.

Cy sprayed my wound with antiseptic, put far too many butterflies on it, and then wrapped it with gauze. “Truthfully, it needs stitches, but I don’t think it’s safe to take you to the hospital.

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