Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

Chapter Forty one

The uninterrupted expedition to the ghosthunters' undivulged and mysterious Man's-nest was rather effervescent than samantha had pictured. The cool atmosphere in the ultimate black SUV was garnished with trivia questions and answers from the three other women and herself, concerning the responsibilities and risks that were attached to the process of becoming a devoted ghosthunter in the Crux Force. It was still very much overwhelming for Samantha to accept the disastrous and life-threatening incident that her friends had stumbled upon in the dark woods, but the enthusiasm the women brought to the car ride had set aside her worried for some time. Her mind still drifted back to the patient receiving treatment back at the hospital frequently, but the reassurance she had gotten from the ghosthunters minimized her dread. Learning about ghosthunters piqued her than ever before.

Anterior to the period the automobile arrived to pick them up, she had finally been able to put a call through to Mrs Alice and Mrs Williams whose consecutive calls had been severely missed by her and Martha. Her adeptness to not pick up when her cellphone kept vibrating in her hand was unequalled. Amanda and Veronica had left a few calls and several text messages explaining how worried they were, and how Mrs Alice was already throwing a tantrum in the hallways. Natasha's cellphone had been with Aurora since they arrived at the hospital, and when it was given to her back in the ward, the battery had long been flat. The phone's screen had also been cracked to an extent, so it was logical no one had been able to communicate through her. Only if the device regained some battery percentage would they know who had tried calling before it went off.

The aforementioned deed unmasked how much of a scene had been created in the forest with the antagonists who tried to traumatize them. When Samantha explained everything to both the women her friends back at home, with the excuse that the girls had sustained minor injuries from an accident, and that they would be back home the next day, she had hung up on them without waiting for their thunderbolt replies. It wasn't the best recommendation, but that was the least she could tender to them. It was out of her inclination for anyone of them to suggest an unsought visit to the hospital to see how they were surviving. Soon enough, the truth would get out, and those people would be aware of the underlying situation. They would know she had lied to them, and then make attempts to reprimand her for the imputed dishonesty. But right now, it felt like pre-eminence measure to settle down for. Even the knowledgeable crime fighters had approved of it.

Albeit the conversation in the car was wonderfully appeasing her troubled mind presently, her intuition couldn't restrain from the assessment of her previous dialogue with Aurora. The professional young lady had asked about how she had met with Lestat. In terms of normalcy, her question was straightforward and not strange. Nothing bizarre was coated with the short interview. But it left an unsettling feeling in her stomach. As much as she had observed, the woman had been stoic with her emotions, carefully displaying her facial expressions and body languages without giving out much. Nevertheless, she could feel the slight discouragement in the way she spoke. It felt as though it was a wrong decision for them to be in any form of friendship. It was a notion from her own perspective, but she chose to cling onto it. Her conclusion was the result of the her secretive remarks. The expression from her spoke of unspoken disappointment, her eyes barring sparks of untamed anger.

But Aurora hadn't pushed her beyond control, and the discussion had ended right there. Although she knew there was more to be said.

Samantha pressed her lips into a thin line, her fingers grazing her knees. The red scarf Deianira had offered both her and Martha was wrapped around her neck, preventing her from catching a cold despite the chilliness in the air-conditioned car. Her friend was seated to her left, Deianira right beside her. She still wasn't talking much, but her spirit was much more lifted than at the medical center. Aurora had opted to seat in the front row with chauffeur, saying it would be a crime to suffocate them all non-existent big booty. Even with them not sitting opposite or adjacent to each other, the talk flowed flawlessly, engaging the hefty man at the steering every little while.