Page 50 of After Darkness Falls

"Hey, Cheetah. Ready for a prison break?"

Chloe grinned. She was really starting to like hanging out with Jack. She'd grown to understand why the huntsmen followed him. It was more than respecting him due to his rank, or even his mother’s position; Jack had a way of making everything fun.

Case in point.

Chloe was comfortable in Oldcrest. She didn’t freak out when Charles emailed her to say he didn't have any news about her attackers and might have to give up unless there was another development. She didn't care; here in the Institute, behind magic walls and around a thousand kick-ass sups, including one who was dedicated to her safety, she wasn't worried about some puny humans.

When Jack had first mentioned heading to London for a weekend, she'd immediately dismissed the idea. London was the daunting human place where Rose’s Coven had been destroyed.

"I don't think I should go," she'd said.

The entire point of her being here was to avoid danger.

"Come on, Cheetah. It's gonna be a blast. Well, after we're done greeting Mom, in any case."

The huntsmen were heading south because the high guard would be in town.

Chloe had to admit, she was incredibly curious about the human woman who led a worldwide society of supernatural creature hunters, but she wasn't curious enough to leave Oldcrest. She loved the Institute so much she'd even toyed with the idea of asking Blair if she could try to become a teacher.

So she'd said no the first time, and Jack hadn't insisted.

He had, however, started to plan the trip, and everyone was talking about it. The boat ride along the Thames from London to Windsor, a castle tour, a quick trip to Brighton to surf and eat fish and chips on the beach.

Everyone was angling for an invitation; Chloe was one of the dozen people who had one, and she was wasting it because she was too much of a chicken to step out into the real world.

That was too sad for words.

After thinking things through, she called NOLA and mentioned her dilemma to Charles.

"Wait a minute. Some hunky huntsman, fully capable of taking out any human threat, offers to take you on a weekend trip to one of the hottest cities in the world, and you don't want to go?"

"Ido," she corrected. "I'm just thinking that it might not be safe. And after all the effort you put in to get me here safely, it feels wrong to go out for fun."

"Honey, don't use me as an excuse to justify yourself. If you don't feel like pushing your boundaries? Don't. But if you're calling me to ask for permission, you got it."

She hadn't realized that was why she'd called. Because after he’d helped her get into the Institute for her safety, going on a pleasure trip Charles wouldn't have approved of seemed ungrateful. Disrespectful. But he didn’t mind, so the next day, she asked Jack if she could still tag along.

The much-anticipated outing Jack had spent most of February organizing was happening this weekend. True to her nature, Blair had sent everyone tagging along a recommended list of stuff to pack, like they were a bunch of third-graders. Jack had looked at his list like it was a pit of snakes trying to bite him.

"Three pairs of underwear?" he'd asked.

"We're going from Friday evening to Monday. It seems appropriate," the witch replied with a bubbly smile.

"I don't wear underwear," Jack stated in response, answering the question everyone was probably asking themselves.

He wasn't a boxersora briefs guy, apparently.

Chloe, for her part, had been rather glad of the list. She'd been thoroughly unprepared for her move from NOLA to Scotland, and, left to her own devices, she might not have thought to get a waterproof overcoat for the boat ride.

"I'm ready," she said to Jack, grinning. "We're leaving at three, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it’s an eight-hour drive. Better get going early."

They'd decided to drive because flying wouldn't be easy with all the weapons they were carting around. Huntsmen were licensed to carry their axes, spears, bows, and swords, but going through customs was still a pain.

Chloe was taking one of the first driving shifts, because she didn't quite feel comfortable enough to sit behind the wheel anywhere near a city; the endless empty Highland roads seemed safer, in case she slipped and ended up on the wrong side of the road.

She had some of her most fascinating lectures on Fridays, including Fin Varra's, but in her anticipation of the trip, she barely paid any attention, instead watching the clock that seemed to run a lot slower than usual. Finally, at two-thirty, she dashed out, heading back to the dorms to grab her things.

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