Proven part II
As I was yanked into the apartment, I reached for the rigging messer hidden in my sock. The cool iron was enclosed in my hand as the door was slammed shut behind me and I turned on my attacker. My herz dropped as I was pulled into a tight hug, strong arms wrapped around me.
I immediately recognized my captor as he bent his head to me, his golden-blonde hair falling in his eyes.
"Alek," I exclaimed as I returned the hug. A relieved feeling rushed through me, making me forget for a moment the news I would have to deliver.
Finally we pulled apart. "What are Du doing here?" we both asked at the same time.
"This is my apartment," I reminded him, "What are Du doing here?"
"The guys and I were looking for you," Alek said, "Were have Du been..." His voice trailed off as his eyes landed on my right hand, the blade still in my grasp. "Were Du going to stab me?" he asked, sounding confused. .
"Alek, Du nearly gave me a herz attack when Du pulled me in here," I said. His eyed widened as if he had remembered something of great importance. Alek reached around me, locked the door, and slid in the dead bolt. "What are Du doing?"
"Were Du followed?" he sagte suddenly.
"What?"
"Were Du followed here?" he grasped my shoulders and forced me to focus on his gleaming green eyes.
Before I could answer, a voice called from the kitchen, "Thirteen, who's at the door?" A tall redhead appeared in the entrance to the hall.
"What Jazz, Du don't recognize me?" I teased. His face lit up with relief and I rushed past Alek to him, giving him a quick hug. He breathed in my scent, one that he had once told me reminded him of old Bücher and coconut.
"Yes," Jasper sagte as I pulled away, "tease the blind guy."
I smiled widely at the old joke. Just like always. Of course, one thing was missing.
"What are Du guys doing here?" I asked again.
Alek answered Von walking past us and down the hall short hall. Jasper offered me his arm. I grinned again and took it, leading us down the corridor. It wasn't like he actually needed me to lead him. It was Mehr for my benefit than for my own. He had felt my anxiety.
We followed Alek to the last room on the right. The door opened to a room of bright purple walls, soft carpeting, and a twin bett in the corner. In one corner was a bücherregal full of precious treasures. A bohne bag chair sat Weiter to it. Across the room and under the window was a white-painted mahogany schreibtisch and, sitting in front of a laptop, sat yet another boy.
"Alek," he sagte without turning, "I told Du to watch the door." His accent was enhanced with his frustration as he stabbed at the keys."Can Du get past this bloody firewall?" He turned when no response came.
"Jazz I thought Du were..." his eyes landed on me.
"Hi, Nic," I sagte meekly. His face betrayed nothing before he stood. Alek stood aside as our leader gazed at me cooly. Our team was back together. My team. 'My other team,' I reminded myself.