where the creature came from, what brought it here, or what kind of creature it was yet he told Harold he believed the creature thrived on the sun and its energy, and maybe it thrived on human energy as well.
“I’m sure John was delayed for a good reason, Rosa.” Seth said, while turning to her.
Rosa wouldn’t speak. She closed her lips in a sullen gesture as if she didn’t believe in what Seth was telling her. Seth had relied on Rosa’s support and John’s during the times when Jacob was attempting to take control. Harold saw a much needed opportunity to end the meeting before the fevered emotions bubbling up in the group got out of hand.
“If I could say something.”
“Oh, and who is that, our flighty boy wonder?”
Jacob’s comment elicited a sprinkle of laughter and Harold found himself smiling.
“I only need a moment of Seth’s time.”
“Take all the time you need.” Jacob said, followed by more laughter.
Seth followed Harold out to the hallway. He was perfectly at ease and didn’t need help walking anywhere inside the house for he knew every corner, every obstacle as if it played an intimate role in his life and he had no trouble swiftly accustoming himself to any changes like the redistribution of furniture in the living room.
“You have bad news. I can hear it in your voice.”
Harold told him everything including the hasty decision he made to see his uncle.
“You know he can join us anytime.”
“He is too far gone, besides he’d never do it. I’ve tried, remember?”
Seth nodded, sighing, “And the girl?”
“I’m not sure who she is, but I’ll keep an eye out for her. She’s vulnerable.”
“You’re a good lad, Harold.”
“I can see why Rosa’s worried. John is a man of his word. Maybe I should-
“No, you’ve done enough today. Plus, you don’t sound all that hot.”
“My head’s killing me.”
“What’s all the secrecy about?” Sara asked as she came up on them grabbing hold of Harold’s arm and putting her head on his shoulder while smiling up at him.
“Have you found another girl?”
Before Harold could answer her Seth brought out an assembly of pain killers from his pocket giving Harold a choice, then he insisted that Harold lay down upstairs and rest. Harold was grateful for the order. Sara could sometimes overwhelm him, leave him speechless, now at least he had an excuse for telling her that his head hurt and he needed to rest. He’d see her later.
“Maybe I’ll see you sooner than that.”
Sara released his arm and bopped his nose with her finger, giving him a mischievous grin before turning and slipping back into the living room.
Harold laughed when he crashed onto the bed. He wondered what she meant.
***
The kiss placed on his lips sometime later woke him. Sara was standing over his bed biting back the need to smile as her eyes dared him to speak. When Harold saw how close she was to him he was immediately aware that he was naked under the sheets, sitting up in his bed with a stunned look on his face. His clothes scattered on the floor probably next to her feet.
“You wanted someone to wake you, didn’t you?”
“Oh yea, of course.” He said. His words rushed. Her closeness leaving him helpless.
Sara stood up slowly and eyed him with curiosity, “Well, I’m that someone.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
She smirked and gave him a questionable look, “You know your breath smells, boobala.”
He’s not sure where she got the nickname but she thought it fit him. He didn’t mind it all that much but he did mind her being there.
“Sorry. I’ll remember to freshen my breath next time you decide to surprise me.”
“Do I detect irritation?”
“It’s not that I mind, it’s just that-
She sighed, “You’re a secret person. You like your privacy.”
“Something like that.” He confessed, yet when he saw she was taking it wrong he told her that he did like the kiss.
“I hope so, because I wonder sometimes if
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