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Chapter Five Hundred and forty-one : Human (part one)


(part one)

Sunday night — 12:01 a.m.

Kayenta, Arizona, at the hotel on the Navajo Reservation

“I’ll tell you what,” Blane said, “why don’t you see if you can fall asleep with me here? If you can’t sleep, I’ll go next door.”

“I don’t know,” Nelson said.

“What are you afraid of?” Blane asked.

He gave Nelson a cocky smile in challenge. Nelson shook his head.

“I sleep alone,” Nelson said.

“Let’s see,” Blane said. “Just close your eyes.”

Nelson closed his eyes. In spite of his whole “I sleep alone” thing, he was out in a second. Chuckling to himself, Blane rested against the pillow.

He’d thought all of this would be too weird. And, when stepped back and thought about his life, it all seemed pretty weird. Yet in the actual day-to-day living of this life, everything was pretty good.

He found himself becoming fond of Nelson. Not love. Not yet. But he could feel it growing inside him. It was a terrifying and wonderful thought. He closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

“They are coming.”

The words echoed in his head. Blane sat up. He got out bed, pulled on his clothing, and went into the adjoining room. Heather’s body was still lying on the bed. In all of her finery, Hedone was standing next to the bathroom. Abi was sitting in the chair.

“Have fun?” Abi gave Blane a bright smiled.

Scowling, Blane gave her a curt nod.

“What’s happened?” Blane asked.

“The Templars are on their way,” Hedone said. “They plan to kill everyone in this hotel and possibly in this entire town.”

“Why?” Blane asked.

“Because they like to kill,” Abi said. “It’s been a while since they let loose. The hotel is isolated in the middle of a whole lot of nothing. They can kill everyone and be gone before anyone notices.”

“They believe that they can leave the country without raising any red flags,” Hedone said. “This ‘action’ will get their teams ready for what they see as the inevitable defending of France.”

“Defending of France?” Blane asked.

“From the Muslim hoard,” Abi said.

“What Muslim hoard?” Blane asked.

“Refugees,” Hedone said.

Blane shook his head in disgust.

“Their understanding of the world is a little archaic,” Abi said.

“Obviously,” Blane said. “When will they be here?”

“They will attack at four,” Abi said.

“What’s the news from Olympia?” Blane asked.

“Olympia cannot stand in the way of this event,” Hedone said. “Ares refuses to sanction this action, but he cannot block it from happening

“Just out of curiosity,” Blane said. “Why?”

“There is an old agreement that Olympia will not interfere in the Templar’s business,” Abi said. “I cannot get involved either.”

“You mean, more involved,” Blane said.

“Yes, well, no one said that I couldn’t get you ready for this,” Abi said, with a smile.

Blane looked at her and blinked.

“You are ready, right?” Abi asked.

“I suppose so,” Blane said.

“You need to sleep now,” Hedone said. “We’ll wake you in time.”

Nodding, Blane went into the bathroom. He took a shower. When he came out, Abi was gone.

“When will you come back?” Blane asked.

“When it’s over,” Hedone said. “I won’t leave you powerless in the middle of all of their family mess.”

“Thanks,” Blane said.

Hedone gave him a soft smile.

“Sleep now,” Hedone said.

Nodding, Blane got into the second bed. Hedone touched his forehead. He fell into a deep, restorative sleep.

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