Today, 01:01 AM
Tatyana made a face at Ashton’s comment. ”Great - another group of people who think I shouldn’t exist.”
Tatyana turned back to Hayden, her eyes questioning. He admitted this was a safe house for the group. That meant he had ties. But some of them were friendly. This being a trick made no sense. He had plenty of opportunities to take her out - poisoning her drink being the easiest. She had her head on the counter most of the night.
The truth hit her. ”You’re not lying to me or tricking me,” it was a statement, not a question. ”You’re actually helping me because Ashton asked.” She turned to Ashton. ”You brought me here because you wanted to. Neither of you want anything from me.”
She sat up straighter and then leaned back down as the room began to spin again. She wasn’t feeling so great. ”And the dancers would teach me…wanting nothing in return - not going to stab me in the back? What if I took what they taught me and never came back? They wouldn’t try to find me?”
She felt like crying then. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, booze, the fact they were being kind, or the fact that no one had done this for her since her dad. Memories of her dad always hurt - especially the good ones.
Tatyana turned back to Hayden, her eyes questioning. He admitted this was a safe house for the group. That meant he had ties. But some of them were friendly. This being a trick made no sense. He had plenty of opportunities to take her out - poisoning her drink being the easiest. She had her head on the counter most of the night.
The truth hit her. ”You’re not lying to me or tricking me,” it was a statement, not a question. ”You’re actually helping me because Ashton asked.” She turned to Ashton. ”You brought me here because you wanted to. Neither of you want anything from me.”
She sat up straighter and then leaned back down as the room began to spin again. She wasn’t feeling so great. ”And the dancers would teach me…wanting nothing in return - not going to stab me in the back? What if I took what they taught me and never came back? They wouldn’t try to find me?”
She felt like crying then. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, booze, the fact they were being kind, or the fact that no one had done this for her since her dad. Memories of her dad always hurt - especially the good ones.