Page 42 of Poison

“What?” I ask, my brows jumping to my hairline.

“It’s just routine,” the male officer says.

“Okay,” I mumble, trying not to itch my skin which is one of my nervous ticks.

“Can you tell us what happened in there?”

I look over to Kevin and he nods his head. I tilt my head slightly in acknowledgement and turn my attention back to the two officers in front of me.

“I was looking around a clothes shop and then suddenly a massive gust of wind tore through the centre. I don’t know what happened, everything started flying around making it hard to see,” I say looking at my feet.

“Is that everything?” the female officer asks.

“I started to make my way out, I was scared the wind was blowing really badly like a vortex. I’ve never seen anything like that.” I rub at my arms. “Then I heard her shouting for her daddy, I couldn’t leave her there.”

I keep my eyes on them as the male officer scribbles down everything I said onto a notepad.

“What happened to your face?” she asks me, her face set in a scowl. Her arms folded across the front of her vest thing.

“I got cut by a flying sign,” I say, my cheek stinging. I wipe it, the tips of my fingers coming away red.

Someone in a green uniform comes over to me with a bag in his hand, I watch as he looks me over.

“I need to check you over, and I need to see to that cut,” he says with a gentle smile. I look around finding some of the faces I saw in the shopping centre sitting in the back of the vehicles that say ambulance on the side.

“Okay.”

“We’re done here, Miss, but you will need to come down to the station later to make an official statement,” the male officer says as he tucks his notepad into a pocket.

“Do you know what caused it?” I ask, and he looks at me with a frown. I don’t think he’s going to answer my question, but then he shakes his head.

The other guy gently guides me away from the officers, towards one of the vehicles, and I step up into the back of it. He follows closely behind me, and starts pulling things out of the little storage spaces all over the sides. A hiss is pulled from me as he cleans the cut on my cheek. I glare at him and he smiles.

“All done, you don’t need any stitches.”

I jump off the weird metal bed thing, and step out of the doors, shouting a quick thank you over my shoulder with a wave.

“We need to get out of here. Now!”

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

“What’s going on?”

He doesn’t answer me, just pushes through the crowd faster than before. I try to look around to see what has Kevin so spooked but I can’t see over the tops of the heads of the masses.

“Kevin! Stop,” I yell after him. His head disappears somewhere in front of me and that says something considering the size he’s currently at.

I scramble through the bodies, trying to follow the direction he went. People growl at me as I barge past them. The feeling of someone watching me flitters over my skin like a blanket. I look around but I don’t see anything.It’s all in your head.I chastise myself internally, honestly, he’s going to turn me into a raving lunatic with the amount of paranoia he has.

I manage to get through the crowd that’s behind the cordoned off area in front of the shopping centre. I look up and down the street trying to find the iridescent scales of my friend but I don’t see anything. Dammit, where did he go?

I see a cloaked figure standing at the far side of the street, standing at the side of the trees lining it. Their head seems to be looking directly at me, but I can’t be sure as they are too far away to be able to see their eyes.

“Psssst.”

I look around for the sound, turning in a slow circle, but I don’t see anything.

“Psssst!”

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