He barges past
me and then looks back. ‘I think you’re right in a lot of ways. Sometimes a leopard
can’t change his spots.’
Teague smiles and it’s not a smile I
can read. His small eyes squint like he’s been planning his words for weeks.
But his lips curl in a way that looks almost regretful.
‘Wait, Teague,’ I call as he rushes
down the street. ‘What do you mean?’
I panic for a second. I stay still
and find my feet won’t move. Does that mean that he really did care about the
children after all?
‘Teague!’ I shout.
My feet find their mobility again. I
run on the sand and realise how difficult it is to run on sand. The street is
packed by people on a daily basis, but still my feet sink and slide and I
almost fall over twice before I find another person. The streets are scarcely
populated now. Everyone must be awaiting Teague in the square. I need to find
Elle, Yates or Upson. Hopefully they’re in the square now. I don’t want to tell
them what I think I’ve just done. From what it looked like, I just convinced
Teague to return to his old ways when he was in favour of changing.
I pump my arms faster and feel the
sweat gather on my brow. It runs down my forehead, around my eyes to the corner
of my lips.
I curl my fists in frustration. I’m
dead, I do not sweat.
I blink and the sweat is gone.
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