The Luna Cure

FOURTEEN

I stared down at the body on the floor in horror.

What had I just done? I had knocked out a man, and from the looks of it, I had knocked him out hard. I felt horrible.

And then I realized how stupid all of this was. Now I had him knocked out, but what did that accomplish?

A buzz went off in his back pocket, and I noticed his phone. Without thinking, I reached down and slid it out of his pocket. The screen said he had a message. From Dante.

Dante Valentino-Lancaster:
I've got the number for the plane ready. Should I cancel, or should I call the car services in Gilette?

I quickly typed back a message.

Call the car services. She's fine enough to go.

My thumb hovered over the send button. Oh, this was a huge risk.

But so was knocking out the doctor.

My thumb clicked the send button, and I put the doctors phone on top of him, and then quickly snuck out of the room. I hurried down the hallway, tiptoed down the stairs, until I found Dante in the kitchen, staring at his phone.

He noticed me the minute I walked in. "That was quick." He remarked, and I had to nod in response. My back hurt like hell from all those stairs, but Dante couldn't find out. At least, not until we landed. Because then it'd be too late to do anything.

I noticed then he had changed. Before he was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, as I had woken him up, but now he was back in his formal attire: a grey blue button up shirt just slightly hugged his arms and chest, and dark pants covered his legs. He looked good.

Dante yawned, checking his phone. "We've still got ten minutes to kill. Do you want coffee?"

***

After we left the palace, everything went quickly. Dante led us to the front of the palace, where a bunch of the super huge, buff guards were waiting for us, along with multiple black SUV's in the driveway. Dante and I were led into one and we were off, driving through the still sleeping town and out of Mont-Saint Michel. The ride was short, and we ended up at some sort of private airport, where two jets sat waiting. The larger one the guards boarded, while Dante and I boarded the smaller one.

I wondered why the guards boarded a separate plane, but I was too tired to care. The planes took off quickly, and Dante showed me the small cabin at the back of the plane, where a soft looking bed lay. Dante took one look at me before he told me to sleep, and left me alone in the cabin.

I had no problem obeying that order.

But now I was awake again, and I opened my eyes slowly, drowsily. I wanted more sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep again.

Bored, I got out of bed and walked out to the main part of the jet.

Dante was asleep on one of the chairs, his lips slightly apart, and his head resting on the back of the chair. I noticed a little fridge closer to the front of the plane, and almost as if on cue I heard my stomach growl.

Dante stirred, his head rolling to his other shoulder, but remained asleep. I tiptoed to the fridge, opening it silently.

Inside were countless bottles of alcohol, a few cans of pop, and a water bottle here and there. But no food.