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can talk about?” she sighed.
     
    “Must we talk at all?” Michael asked, clearly growing more annoyed.
     
    Allison clenched her jaw and fought to stay silent. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to fly at him and strike him. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She crossed her legs and started to swing her upper leg furiously.
     
    The silence hung thick and deafening in the air. The icy chill between the two of them was nearly palpable, and Allison’s annoyance was just as much so. She was just about to start chewing her fingernails when Logan returned with a stack of books and placed them on the table beside her.
     
    “This is all I could find,” he said apologetically. “There are a few thrillers and mysteries, but most of them are pretty old.”
     
    “Why thank you, Logan!” she gushed dramatically. “It’s so refreshing to see a polite young man who is so willing to be kind to a lady.”
     
    Michael snorted behind her and muttered, “Lady. Yeah, right.”
     
    Allison’s eyes narrowed into slits, but she chose to ignore him. She simply gritted her teeth and looked up at Logan with the most sincere smile she could manage.
     
    “I really appreciate this, Logan,” she said.
     
    “No problem,” he answered, smiling happily. “Can I get you anything else?”
     
    “No, this is great,” she told him. Logan turned to leave, but she stopped him by saying, “Logan, would you mind staying for a while? I think Michael’s getting rather tired. He’s turned quite snarky.”
     
    With that, Michael stood up so quickly that his chair squeaked across the wood floor and banged harshly against the wall, sending flecks of drywall and paint clattering to the ground. With his fists clenched into white-knuckled balls and his jaw muscles rippling, he stormed from the room.
     
    “What… was that about?” Logan asked. “Never mind, don’t answer. Luke will be here to relieve me soon so I can get some sleep. I’ll stay with you until then.”
     
    Still annoyed with Michael, Allison shoved her nose in a book and said nothing. She tried to enjoy her reading, but it was impossible with the thoughts of her captivity still lingering about like a choking fog.
     
    About an hour after Michael stormed out, Luke arrived sweating and out of breath. He slammed the door behind him and locked it quickly, glancing out the window anxiously.
     
    “What’s wrong?” Logan asked, jumping to his feet immediately.
     
    “They followed me,” Luke answered breathlessly.
     
    “What? Are you sure?” Logan asked.
     
    “Of course I’m sure!” Luke shouted. “One of them got me.” Luke lifted his shirt to reveal a nasty looking wound over his left ribcage that appeared to be a row of several vicious claw marks.
     
    “Oh, my God!” Allison gasped, running to Luke’s side and trying to survey the damage. “Here, let me look at it.”
     
    “It’s fine,” Luke said, letting his shirt drop.
     
    “Luke, it looked…”
     
    “I said it’s fine!” Luke snapped at her.
     
    She jumped back and frowned at him. “It looks terrible.”
     
    “It’ll heal in a few minutes,” he argued.
     
    “A few… minutes?” she gasped.
     
    “We heal fast,” Logan interjected.
     
    “Apparently…” Allison muttered.
     
    Luke was still staring out the window, his eyes scanning the trees as he lifted the curtain aside.
     
    “Go get Michael,” Luke demanded.
     
    “But he’s…” Logan tried to argue.
     
    “Do it!” Logan snapped harshly.
     
    Logan quickly dashed out of the room. A few moments later, a groggy Michael stumbled red-eyed, but remarkably alert through the door.
     
    “What’s going on?” Michael demanded, pushing the curtain aside and peeking out.
     
    “They followed me home,” Luke said. “I tried to shake ‘em, but they wounded me. I’m not sure I managed to lose ‘em. I’m sorry.”
     
    “You’re gonna be if they find her,” Michael snarled.
     
    Allison’s heart was