The blood of others.
26
SASHA
I’m practically bouncingin my seat as we make our descent.
We hardly spoke for the majority of the flight, and if it weren’t for the luxurious offerings of the private jet, I might’ve fallen asleep.
For starters, the meal he had catered was delicious, and I was hungry. I can’t help but appreciate that he thought to feed me. One thing I’m coming to learn about Gideon is that he’s a wonderful host.
When the wheels hit the tarmac and the plane rolls to a stop, I look toward him to find that he’s already looking at me.
How long has he been staring?
I’ve been so wrapped up in looking out the window, but what about him?
Have I kept his attention?
A warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I’m sure I’m blushing again.”Are you ever going to tell me where we are?”
“I figured I’d draw it out a little longer.” He smiles, and my heart flutters, but I push the feeling away by rolling my eyes.
“You’re insufferable,” I huff, and he laughs. A sound I’ve never heard come out his mouth, and why would I? We aren’t friends, but when he smiles at me like he is right now and laughs like that, I feel like we might be.
Which is a strange feeling to have.I’m so damn confused.
“Minnesota,” he says, and my eyes must go wide because another chuckle escapes his lips. I was not expecting that answer.
“What’s in Minnesota?” I ask.
I have to admit I know nothing about Minnesota, and now my curiosity is piqued.
“You’ll see. Be patient.”
He clearly hasn’t picked up on my lack of patience.
The small door out of the private plane opens, and Gideon stands, extending his hand to me.
“Ready?”
I eye his hand, unsure if I should refuse the offer of his help, but ultimately decide not to start this trip off on the wrong foot. Placing my hand in his, I allow him to help me to my feet, trying to tamp down the tingles working their way up my arms.
We make our way to the door and down the small stairs that lead to the ground.Just like on the way here, a fleet of SUVs is parked right next to the plane.
Gideon and I take the middle truck and sit right next to each other, just like last time.
Now that I know what state we are in, my brain runs wild with trying to figure out what we are doing here.That lasts the entirety of the trip.
Thirty minutes is how long it takes for me to find out.
We pull down a long drive and then up to a beautiful rustic log cabin. But this isn’t your normal cabin; this one is massive.
My door is opened by the man who drove us, and his hand is extended to help me out. Gideon follows me, placing a firm hand on my spine.
“You ready?” he asks, and I nod, too in awe to speak.
As he leads me up to the front door, shivers race up and down my spine. The last thing I want to do is analyze the way his touch makes me feel. I already know I’m attracted to him.