Written in the Stars: Book 2 of the "Written" Duology

Ambush

A week has gone by since that incident, and my back was still healing and still tender. I obviously wanted it to go a lot faster, but, you know, being human and all.

All Hamish wanted me to do was rest and take things easy. And by that? He means absolutely nothing.

I guess it wasn't all bad, though. I was stationed at the Den instead of the apartment, so it was easier for all of them to keep an eye on me, and it was less of a walk to the Humanities building for Hamish.

We were all in the living room when Hamish had said something about me getting rest. I rolled my eyes, but obliged. What else was I gonna do? Cartwheels and backflips? I don't think so. He led me to his room and helped me into bed like the gentlemen he was, and I hadn't realized how exhausted I was until my head hit the pillow.

I woke up hours later. Hamish was beside me, his back to me as he laid on the bed. I had my arm around him, cuddling up against his warm body. I gave a smile just as I felt Hamish stir. He rolled over, facing me.

"Hey," He said, his voice sounding sleepy.

"Hey," I said. Hamish gave me a quick kiss, not minding that we both haven't brushed our teeth yet. "What time is it?" I asked, looking out the window.

"It's... six twenty-three pm," He answered, looking at his watch.

"How long was I out?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Hamish gave a smile and said, "A day," I looked at him, shocked. He started to laugh, and that gave me a hint that I wasn't asleep for that long.

"I'm kidding," Hamish said. "You were out for a few hours at least," He said as I smacked his arm lightly. "You had me worried!" I exclaimed, laughing. As I laughed, it made my back hurt, and then that reminded me of what had happened.

Hamish got up and gave a stretch. When he did, his shirt rode up and I saw the small of his back briefly. I couldn't help but look. When he relaxed and turned, I quickly looked away and playing it off Like I was stretching my neck.

I sat there for a minute, trying to get my bearings before I actually stood up. Hamish helped me up and downstairs where Lilith and Randall were speaking.

"You're such an idiot," Lilith was saying.

"You always say that," Randall complained.

"Because it's true," She said. "We can't just rush in and take what's ours back,"

"Sure, we can," Randall said. "We'd have to be very careful though," Randall pointed out.

Lilith was about to say something, but stopped when she noticed me and Hamish walking down the stairs and in the room. "Hey," Lilith said, giving a small smile. "How are you feeling?" She quickly asked. I briefly wondered what they were arguing about, then tossed away the thought. They were always arguing, so it was like asking a murderer which time they murdered someone.

Randall walked over and enveloped me in a brief, brotherly hug, making sure to barely touch my back. "Like I fell on glass shards," I said, replying to Lilith as I grimaced at the hug. Not at Randall, but just the pressure on my shoulders that seemed to radiate down to my wound.

I heard Hamish give a chuckle as he helped me over to the couch. I gave Hamish a grateful smile as I sat down. Randall gave me an empathetic look.

"All right," Hamish said. "We need to come up with a plan," Hamish looked between us. "I think we should try and lure Trevor out,"

"How would we do that?" Lilith asked, her tone bored.

"Well," Hamish said, looking at Randall as he spoke. "We create a scene." Hamish explained. "One of us would lure Trevor out by pretending we want to trade in our hide, then the remaining two will capture him-" A knock sounded at the Den's door, causing Hamish to stop mid-sentence.