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   Chapter 41 Intent On A Quick Exodus

The Silverskin By Rian Torr Characters: 4529

Updated: 2018-03-07 15:18

Seven and Eva lay in the snow for a few minutes just staring up at the last of the stars of that early morning dusk.

"Eva―we have to go ..." he said―tears in his eyes. He loved her so.

He rose up on his elbows, glancing over at her and around the immediate.

He knew they had not much time before the Silverskin dropped into pursuit.

He heard a snapping in the woods behind them—and looking back—he saw a flash between the trees. It was the Silverskin. Then he spotted her crouching down low by a stump—eyeing them up.

His supernatural senses detected grass parting in the moonlit field beyond—and he heard Draca slithering through it.

"Eva please … Let's go! It's time."

Eva opened her eyes ready to do it.

Just then Faye's silver figure dematerialized into the darkness—as Draca swam off. It was as if Eva did it.

Seven cradled Eva―brushing her hair back from her face and stroking her cheek. He had made his life feel so lucky.

"Now's our chance … Our last ..."

Eva nodded bravely. She close her eyes again for just a moment too long, when twigs snapped a ways off, alerting.

Seven helped Eva to her feet now.

'Lucky … !!! Lucky … !!! Lucky … !'

They started sprinting for the truck.

The wind carried Faye's voice far out, booming so loud as to shake the trees, to the four edges of French's Forest.

ut just as it seemed Faye and Draca would overtake them—Eva awoke again, more lucid than she had been in days—and all signs of Silverskin vanished.

Then after a quiet spell—Seven began to think that they might actually make it out of French's Forest alive—if he could stay focused and not think of Her.

He cast into his past, frantically fishing for peaceful memories from simpler times, to keep out inklings of the Silverskin. It took constant concentration.

He remembered swinging on vines over the Payne―cannon-balling into the froth and azure, on sunny summer days—free of care or fear—in youth's innocence.

He shifted into fifth and put the pedal flush with the mat, sailing on at full tilt while summoning the past ever back.

He drifted into darker times, however, to a dream he once had when he was only just four years old, in the days when his family lived on Black Heron Lake.

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