warning, he ripped the necklace from my neck, threw it down on the floor, and stomped on it with all his might.
I gave him a hard shove. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”
“The necklace had to be destroyed.”
“But it was your mom’s,” I protested.
He sighed. “The necklace is a tracking device. We met for a reason, Lily.”
I stared at him. He must have been joking. This was a joke, right? But he was dead serious.
I turned away. “You’re crazy.”
He grabbed my hand. “Come with me. Please. You gotta believe me. Your family could be in danger!”
My eyes flicked between his hand holding mine and the urgent expression on his face. His eyes were pleading and full of regret. He seemed completely spooked. Should I trust him? If my family was in danger, then I had to.
“Fine,” I said. “But only for a minute.”
He sighed with relief. “Come on.” He opened the window wide.
How were we supposed to get down? But Dustin was already ahead of me. He took a silver trinket out of his pocket. He pressed a button and threw it onto the ground below. There was a soft popping sound. Then, slowly, a metal ladder began to materialize out of nowhere right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was impossible.
Dustin hurriedly made a beeline for the ladder. I followed him down, trying very hard to ignore the height. Dustin helped me down the last few rungs. He pressed the button again. The ladder folded into itself about a gazillion times before turning into a shiny little trinket again. He picked it up and stuffed it back in his pocket.
I glanced up at the sky, which had faded to an ugly gray. The snow had begun to fall even harder. I had to blink several times in order to see three feet in front of me. The wind was picking up, throwing around my hair this way and that, making it even tougher to see. I was absolutely freezing, because I only wore a sweater. If Dustin hadn’t gone into complete freak mode, I would have taken the time to grab a coat or something warm.
He took a firm hold of my hand and raced down the street. I tried to keep up, but he was going too fast. He had longer legs than I did. So I stumbled along behind him, begging him to slow down. However, he didn’t appear to be listening. He just kept muttering something about needing more time.
Finally we reached town. The whole place was completely deserted. No one wanted to be outside in this weather.
Neither did I. I longed to be in my nice warm room again and mentally kicked myself for getting into this mess.
I stopped short, demanding that we take a break. Dustin argued that we didn’t have time to stop, but eventually relented. We took refuge on the stoop of one of the closed shops. I shivered violently from the cold. I couldn’t feel my fingers or my cheeks. My whole body felt completely frozen.
Dustin glanced over at me. I glared at him, hugging myself in a sad attempt to keep warm. He started to take his coat off. I opened my mouth to stop him, but my teeth were chattering too much. He removed his coat and draped it around my shoulders. He also took off his gloves, slipping them onto my frozen hands.
I shook my head, working hard to get a sentence out.
“Y-you’re g-gonna get s-sick.”
Dustin laughed quietly, as if afraid someone would hear.
“I’ve s-suffered colder t-temperatures than this.”
I frowned. “When?”
Before he could answer, there was a crack of twigs. Both of our heads turned at the noise. We jumped off the stoop, breaking into a full-out sprint.
Out of nowhere, something came up from behind me and yanked me back. I tried to scream, but a cloth had been put over my mouth. My attempted screams came out muffled, inaudible. I kicked and struggled, but my captor seemed to be made of steel. His iron grasp didn’t loosen an inch,
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