Drawing Bloodlines (Book #2, PREVIEW)

Chapter 2.2

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Chapter 2.2

Nathan and Leah froze, and then Nathan sighed heavily. "Yes, grandpa," he said, slowly releasing Leah.

Leah smiled at Roy and then ran her hands across the wrinkles in her shirt before sitting on the bed. "Hi, Roy," she said, cheerfully.

"Leah," said Roy with a smile. "Please don't let the 'grandpa' fool you — I am way too young to be anyone's grandpa."

Nathan rolled his eyes and then mumbled something underneath his breath. Leah gave Nathan a quick playful glare and then smiled. "Yes," she agreed. "And way too young-looking."

"Young!" blurted Nathan after plopping down unto the bed. He grinned. "Please don't let that go to your head, old man."

"Nathan!" scowled Leah, through pursed lips.

"It's okay," said Roy, pausing to run his fingers through his full head of white hair. "I'm used to the abuse." He paused again and squinted, making the age lines around his eyes more visible. "So, how's the hand?"

"Good," Nathan answered, lightly. "No different than an hour ago." Nathan chuckled heartily, while flexing his right hand. "I think this might be a record. It's actually been one whole hour since the last time you asked me. Are you losing your mind old man?"

"Ha-ha-ha," protested Roy, sarcastically. "Hardly." Smugly, Roy reached into his pocket and grinned. "So, I guess you won't need this. You know, for the rash you had — at the beginning of summer?"

Nathan's face suddenly turned bright red. "Ha-ha-ha, very funny, grandpa." he groaned. "You can put the bottle of Wool's Ointment away." He glanced at Leah and tried not to look embarrassed. "I told you that my hands stopped itching weeks ago."

"Just checking grandson," he smiled. "And — the cut on your head?"

Nathan reached up to touch the faint scar on his forehead, another souvenir from his run-in with Lucas. "Same as my hand an hour ago," he grinned, sarcastically.

Roy glared at him and then placed the bottle of ointment on Nathan's desk. "You know," he said, nonchalantly. "You really should avoid those caves. I'm surprised that you would take an interest in them."

Nathan glanced back at Leah while flexing his hand again. He noticed that the bandage on her forearm was gone, but he was sure after what happened that night with Lucas that she still had her stitches. "Yup, grandpa," he replied, reluctantly. "I think you might be right."

"Uh — uh, okay," stuttered Roy. His eyes were wide and he appeared caught off guard by Nathan's passive-aggressive response. "So — then that settles it. You'll be staying away from the caves then."

Nathan huffed and then rebelliously rolled his eyes. There is absolutely nothing dangerous about the caves, he thought to himself. He remembered the story he and Jonathan concocted about the caves to explain the night they were all injured. The possibility of a cave collapsing was plausible, but was highly unlikely. The only real danger he could think of was encountering their not so favorite blonde femme fatale out in the caves again. Unless she's bored and just feels like destroying stuff — I doubt it she'll be coming back.