'' i 'm just relaxing before zane takes me to la to be his assistant . '' '' yeah . '' braydon frowned . '' you do n't have to go you know . if you need a job you can be my assistant . '' '' really ? '' i looked at him in surprise . '' would i get a fiat as well ? '' '' i do n't ... '' '' wait til i tell shayla and maria that i 'm getting a fiat

now he smiled and tossed another shovel of snow off the deck . '' not so much . i 've got instincts , too . '' it was n't just humor , but understanding . the stiffness went out of her as she kicked at the snow . '' there 's gratitude , it 's just buried under the annoyance . '' cocking his head , he held out the shovel

i could feel something as the jet shot past us . a dark twisting in my stomach , just like the feeling i 'd felt on the runway . it felt a little like the sense that told me when an oculator nearby was using one of their lenses . yet , this was different . tainted somehow . the creature from the airport was in that jet

he immediately got on the radio to the guard stationed outside the kitchen door and told him to check on the chef that it was possible he had been injured when he had slipped and fallen . the guard told him he would check on the situation and report back promptly . chief morgan waited over five minutes and heard nothing back from the
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