Page 47 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“Well, okay then. I’m just going to get my badge because apparently, I need it. How fucking cool is that?” I ramble as Imove over to my desk, where I put it and pull it out of the drawer. “Thank fuck I actually remembered where I put it, that doesn’t happen that often. I’ll leave you to your nap now.” The fox doesn’t stir, but as I head toward the door, something occurs to me, and I pause, glancing back, “I’m not about to die, am I? You guys always seem to turn up when I’m about to die.”

Once again, it opens only one of its too intelligent eyes and then shakes its head before closing them again. I guess that’s all the information that I’m going to get, but at least I think it means that I’m not going to die any time soon.

Hopefully.

For some reason, when I get back down to the guys, they are all still standing outside the car waiting for me.

“Did you get it?” Griff asks, and I nod.

Everyone quickly gets in the SUV, with a lot more ease than I did, bastards, and then we set off, heading along the same road that Raiden and I took into town and then continuing past the turning that would take us there.

Once we’re on our way, I say, “The spirit guide fox is in my room asleep on my bed.”

“Oh?” River asks curiously. “Did it say why?”

I shake my head, “Nope. He opened one of his eyes to look at me and then closed them again. I did ask if I was going to die again soon since that’s when they seem to show up, but he just did the same thing and then shook his head. So, I’m guessing that I’m not going to.”

“Well, that’s a good thing,” Evander points out drily.

I stick my tongue out at him.

“He’s probably just trying to get to know you like the others have. He hasn’t really been around like Wallace and Winston have, has he?” Ransom asks.

I shake my head, “No, none of the others have actually.”

“That’s probably it then,” Raiden replies.

“Probably. I’m not worried. He said I wasn’t going to die, so it’s all good,” I reply with a shrug.

We have been driving for about half an hour, and Evander’s phone has gone off four times. The last three times it has rung, and he has sent it to voicemail, his eyes have found me in the rearview mirror, his eyebrows drawing down like he’s contemplating saying something, but he never does.

On the fifth time that it rings, I have had enough, “Alright, that’s it.”

“What’s it? What happened?” River asks, sounding slightly panicked.

“Were you asleep?” Raiden asks, one of his eyebrows raised and a smile playing around the edge of his lips.

River shrugs, “Maybe.”

I frown, we have only been awake for an hour or so and we didn’t get a late-night last night. He shouldn’t still be tired, I ask, “Are you okay?”

River nods, “Yeah, I’m just not sleeping that well at the moment.”

“Any particular reason?” Raiden asks.

River shakes his head, “Not that I can think of. Anyway, Neith was saying something?”

I frown and look at Van, “Yeah. I was, why do you keep rejecting the calls and then looking at me.”

He grimaces slightly, “You caught that huh?”

“Dude, I caught it,” Griff mutters. “You weren’t exactly being subtle.”

“He’s right,” Ransom agrees.

Van sighs, his gaze on the road, “It’s Mom and Dad.”

I tense slightly, “Okay. So, what’s with the looks and why won’t you answer their calls?”

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