Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel Read Free Page B

dress?”
    “She’s really special,” Angel said solemnly.
    “Yes.” Patrick shook his head. “She used to have a father and four brothers. They’ve all died in the past two years, from either HIV or hunger or the outbreaks of civil war that keep happening. Now it’s just Jeanne and her mother, and her mom has been diagnosed with HIV.”
    “Oh, no,” Nudge said, tears welling in her eyes. “So she’ll be an orphan?”
    Patrick nodded sadly. “Most likely. In many other countries people can sometimes live long lives with HIV medications. But it’s different here. And there are so many other children like her.”
    I choked down another millet ball ( Note to self: Do not bother getting recipe) and looked around at my beloved flock, safe in a circle around the fire. Iggy was staring straight into the flames, able to because he was blind. Gazzy was examining each and every last bowl for any morsel that might have been missed. Nudge had her chin in her hands, looking at the ground, and I knew she was bumming about all the misery here. My life would have been incomplete without each and every one of them.
    I glanced into Fang’s eyes to find him watching me with dark intensity, and my cheeks flushed again. Could we sneak off, like, into the dark shadows of the desert? Just for a minute?
    “Nothing can last forever, Max.” It was Angel, eerily interrupting my thoughts. She was scratching at the dirt with a small animal bone. “And actually — I hate to tell you this, but Fang will be the first to die. And it will be soon.”

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    FIVE BIRD KID HEADS swiveled toward Angel. Nudge’s mouth had dropped open, and Gazzy’s eyes were big. Iggy’s boyish face creased into wrinkles. My dark, mysterious Fang hardly registered his surprise, as if Angel had just said it was about to rain.
    As for me, I felt like Angel had kicked me in the gut. “What exactly do you mean by that?” I finally choked out.
    “I’m just saying, Max,” said Angel, still playing with her bone. “You always want everything to stay the same. But it can’t. We’re all getting older. You have a mom. You and Fang are all googly eyed at each other. Nothing stays the same. We can’t last forever. And I happen to know that Fang is going to be the first to die. You’re gonna have to learn to live without him. I’m sorry.”
    My eyes narrowed and I stood up. “How do you know that?” I asked tightly. “What makes you say that?” The rest of the flock was watching, wide-eyed. Only Fang didn’t look upset.
    “It’s okay, Max,” he said, patting my leg. “Don’t worry about it.”
    Angel looked at him sadly and shook her head, and something in me broke loose. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her to her feet. Her mouth opened in surprise.
    “What. Do. You. Mean,” I snarled.
    Fang jumped up and tried to pry my hands loose. Nudge tried to get between us. I ignored them, focusing on Angel’s face.
    “You tell me what you meant,” I said, “or I’m gonna …” I had to think of something almost as bad as killing her but not quite. “I’ll — I’ll cut off all that floofy blond hair of yours while you sleep!”
    “Max!” hissed Fang, pulling at me. “Stop it!” But I was still shaking Angel.
    “Max, stop,” pleaded Nudge, sounding close to tears.
    “Is everything okay?” Patrick’s concerned voice started to filter into my brain as I realized what I was doing. I’d never almost hurt a member of the flock before. Abruptly, I let go of Angel’s shirt. Her face was white.
    “Max, gosh,” said Nudge, putting her hand on Angel’s shoulder.
    I was breathing hard, and Fang pushed me back gently, moving me away from Angel. How could she say something like that and not explain it?
    “Max, come on,” said Fang.
    I opened my mouth, but then noticed that two people were approaching our fire. This would have to wait.

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    “HELLO,” PATRICK SAID as the people got nearer. As they got close, we could see that there was a tall man and