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vice around his.
    “Does it have to go so fast ?” Stormy sounded frantic now.
    “Yes, it needs to gain enough momentum to launch itself into the air. Have you ever flown before?” Marcus asked.
    Stormy nodded, and with her free hand, started twirling some hair around her finger. “But I don’t really remember all the specifics. I was on drugs.”
    Marcus stared at her, shocked. Firstly, who the hell admitted that kind of thing to a stranger? Secondly, he did not approve of drugs at all.
    “You don’t have any illicit substances on you now, do you?” he whispered urgently, looking around to make sure none of the crew or passengers had overheard. “Because its illegal. You could be arrested for that, you know.”
    Stormy swung around and looked at him with genuine surprise. “Absolutely not. I don’t do drugs.”
    “But you just said –”
    “That was the first and only time, and it was the worst experience of my life, thank you very much, so you can stop being so judgey.”
    Marcus was skeptical. There was no way this rainbow-haired, tattooed hippie-chick didn’t do drugs. She probably had her weed dealer on speed dial.
    “You don’t believe me!” Stormy said, sounding genuinely angry, which threw him slightly – it was the first time he had ever detected a hint of it in her.
    “To be perfectly honest… no,” he responded matter-of-factly, and he could immediately see this pissed her off even more.
    “Why not?” She sounded indignant.
    “Well, no offence, but look at you.”
    Stormy glared at Marcus, widening those devastatingly green eyes at him. They were so piercing that they gave him a little chill.
    “Grumpy-grump and judgmental,” she hissed over the loud rattle of the engines.
    “Well, you have to admit it, you’re not exactly…” he paused, looking for the right words. Although he had always found it hard not to be completely honest 100 percent of the time, he didn’t want to offend or upset her. He wasn’t a total bastard. Besides, who knew what a pissed off Stormy-Rain would look like? “You don’t exactly embody normality, Stormy,” he finished more gently.
    “Well you know what they say about normality ,” Stormy scoffed.
    “No…?”
    “It killed the cat.” She let Marcus’s hand go and pointedly faced the front, turning away from him.
    “That was curiosity,” Marcus corrected.
    Stormy nodded. “That too, Marcus. That too.”

    Stormy wasn’t sure she liked Marcus. Which was unusual for her – she liked everybody. Even the grumpy-grump bank manager guy who kept sending her rude letters. Although she did appreciate the way he decorated them with the big red pretty stamps.
    Marcus was judging her by her window dressing and that wasn’t very nice. And she certainly didn’t need his negative energy as this giant metal capsule was about to fling itself into the air.
    And the plane seemed to be gaining an awful lot of speed. She looked out the window and the lights were going by in streaks, like in sci-fi movies when the ship drops into hyperspace and the stars blur past them. Not natural.
    She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of amber that she’d taken from her crystal collection. She placed it carefully on the armrest next to her, and couldn’t help notice that Marcus shot her a sideways look as she did. She knew what he was thinking; it was written across his face. It amazed her that two people from the same family could be so different. His cousin Damien was a free thinker, a true free spirit, and this guy was a total douche box.
    “Aaaahh…” Stormy let out a series of nervous squeaks as the plane started lifting. She shut her eyes tightly and clutched onto her chunk of amber for dear life as she felt her stomach and possibly all her internal organs falling to her feet.
    The tilt of the plane was getting more and more extreme as it lifted higher and higher into the sky. Stormy willed herself to think happy thoughts again: rainbows… daisies…