Amber- I am so sorry. Just wait a few days and there will be more action.
Finally, after a full day of driving, we reach our destination. The first thing we have to do is change into our party clothes. We find an abandoned apartment, and I'm genuinely surprised when nobody pops out and grabs us.
As I walk toward the doors, I'm reminded that I'm not a party girl. I don't wear dresses, nor do I like them. Whoever bought this... has real guts. I hadn't realized what I put on since it was so dark. Now, as we near the double doors (with guards!) I. Am. Apalled. Completely.
I am wearing a silky blood-red dress that waves gracefully around my ankles. By the middle, it (somehow, can't seem to figure it out) clings to my waist, showing off how tiny it is (which I'd rather it not since can't gain much muscle there). The long red sleeves hug my arms, and by my chest it shapes into the top of the heart. It showed off much more then I'd prefer, but it's not that bad.
Besides, will I back down on the mission because I'm modest? No. Will I kilt Logan for lazily swinging his arm around my waist? ...YES.
He seems to read my thoughts about the Extinction of Logan, and he squeezes my hand. He bends his head to nuzzle my neck, which, I hate to admit, feels way too good. We slow our walk.
"Rose..." he whispers.
"Explanation. Immediately." I grit through clenched teeth.
I sound murderous, but in truth, I'm just hurt by the fact that he's trying to manipulate me. Ouch.
"I'm Keith Nura, you're my fiancee, Cameron Hills, and my distant cousin is hosting this party. You, Cameron, plan to meet my family here before we're newlyweds," he explains.
Oh. Oh... Good cover story? Even though he holds me by the waist, he respectfully keeps a distance between us. Which I admire since he's not Brad. Ugh. Brad.
We stop before the guards, and Logan repeats our names. The bigger guy nods behind his black sunglasses (which I don't get, it's 11:30 pm?). We walk through the doors, and bright colors flash. Once I open my eyes... I wish I hadn't.