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Chapter 7

(Emma's POV)

It was cold. It was raining. And we were wet.

Dagbert and I had been sprinting through the woods for what seemed like days, when in fact it had only really been twenty minutes.

It ended when my foot hooked onto a tree root and I fell –scraping my knee- to the ground. Dagbert had been holding my hand and he to fell, landing onto of me. He quickly scrambled to his feet then hoisted me up too.

Tears began to streak my face, leaving stains on my cheeks from where they washed the dirt away. My hands were numb, my cheeks had pins and needles, my feet were sore and my head hurt.

"Shh," Dagbert pulled me to him, and rotated his hand in circles up and down my back attempting to sooth me. My crying had caused me to lose my breath and I began to gasp for air. "Emma it's okay." He whispered softly into my ear.

Then he did the unthinkable, he pushed me away slightly so he could look me in the eyes. He stared intently into them, studying them. Then slid his index finger under my chin, he tilted my head up then closed the space between us. With his finger still under my chin he pressed his mouth to my cold, chapped lips. I inhaled deeply as he moved his arms around my waist and I relaxed. I leaned into him. I needed his warmth and the comfort that came along with him.

His lips tasted of salt water and as he pulled away his breath smelled of the ocean. His eyes were the colour of glacier water and his skin the pale shade of tropical sand, his hair was as black and mysterious as the swirling waters of a storm. He was Dagbert, and he could be mine if I choose to accept him.

I was confused. My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and my mouth was dry. Finally I spoke:

"Can we sit down?"

He nodded looking worried. I wrapped Tancred's thin sweatshirt tighter around me, it still smelt like him but with a tinge of ocean breeze.

Sitting down I relaxed my muscles but the brown soil was cold against my bare legs and my teeth began to chatter. Dagbert stood up and moved towards me. He pulled me onto his lap and enveloped me into his arms. He was warm and familiar. I curled up in his lap, and he tried to protect me from the falling rain.

"What do we do now?" He questioned in his ruff deep voice.

"I don't know." I whispered back, another tear gliding down my cheek. "We can't go to the book shop, that'll be the first place they look, the kettle shop is the second and I won't feel safe with Ms. Kettle and all her many swords being there. We obviously can't stay with Billy at the Bone's house. We also need to find Billy."

"I agree." Dagbert replied dejectedly.

We sat there and pondered what to for a long time, than it came to me.

"Dagbert!" I exclaimed in an excited voice, "Does your dad still own that fish shop?"

"Yes," Dagbert replied slowly, not sure what I was getting at.

"Do you still have the key?" I questioned.

A small smug smile slid across Dagbert's face, "Yes, I do believe so." He dug his key chain out of his pocket and began flicking through the keys on the ring until he stopped on a small brass key with the address of the fish shop imprinted on it. "Here it is." He announced triumphantly.

I let out a small sigh of relief my next big concern, "Does it have hot water?"

Dagbert let out a small dark chuckle, "Let's hope so."

I stood up and helped Dagbert to his feet. "We should go find Billy." I suggested to Dagbert.

He nodded.

We began trekking through the woods again, slower this time, keeping a steady pass. Stopping occasionally to figure out where we were, than continuing.

Once we'd been walking for about twenty minutes Dagbert wondered aloud to himself, "If I were a little kid where would I go."

We both stopped for a brief second to ponder this question, I than pointed out:

"He's not a little boy Dagbert; he is thirteen, that's only two years younger than us. That's like Tancred and Lysander to us."

My heart began to ache at the mention of Tancred's name but I ignored it.

Dagbert started walking again, "That still doesn't answer my question. Where is he?"

"If it were me I'd just go to the car."

"Me too." Dagbert agreed, "So that'll be the first place we check then."

So we walked on through the rain, the cold, and the trees. Dagbert had a pretty good sense of direction. I guessed it came from his endowment. When you're out on sea there are no land markers, it's just ocean as far as the eye could see.

Finally after about two hours we stumbled out of the forest to the small clearing where we used to hold our meetings. The sky was growing rosy pink at the distant mountains. I glanced at my watch just to find that it had stalled. Dagbert, realizing my predicament, and looked up at the purplish clouds.

"It's about quarter to six." He announced. I gawked at him. He just laughed quietly, and shrugged. I slapped his shoulder and started to walk towards where we parked the car a good five hours before.

Sure enough leaning against the dark blue Honda was a boy that looked around eleven but was truly thirteen, his red eyes peering at us nervously from behind thick lenses.

"I didn't think you guys got away." We whispered. He looked cold and sounded scared. "I wasn't sure where to go…d-d-d-do you?"

Dagbert nodded and pushed the button on the clicker. Instead of passing the keys to me (because he's failed his test three times) he climbed into the driver's side. I a little more hesitantly opened the passenger door and swung my legs in. Billy crawled into the back seat. We all buckled our seat belts.

I regarded the serious look on Dagbert's face. His mind was set on getting there not caring how. He pulled the clutch into drive and slammed his foot onto the gas, forgetting about easing onto it. We went flying but he didn't care.

Dagbert turned the wheel at the appropriate times and braked at the right times. The only thing wrong with the picture was the speed we were going. We were breaking one-hundred-twenty in a sixty zone. Nobody was on the road but both Billy and I were clutching our seats with fright.

We zoomed through an amber light, than took a right turn onto Cathedral Close, then another onto Piminy Street.

Dagbert's foot crashed to the brake and we all went flying forward. He then pushed the clutch up to park and yanked the key out of ignition.

The only thing going through my mind and we were alive.

"I'll depose of the car later." Dagbert explained to us.

Billy and I nodded.

Dagbert led us up the steps of the fish shop to the apartment above. He pulled his key chain out once again. Selected the correct key then inserted it into the hole. We all held our breath. It wouldn't turn.

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