– Don't worry, I'll take care of her," Grayson said, smiling at the stewardess. – 'We're friends.
"Friends? Bloody predender!" – I mentally shouted.
– Okay, but if you feel worse, make sure you call me," the flight attendant told me and stepped away from us.
It wasn't until the stewardess was behind the curtain that the vampire let go of my wrist, and I immediately threw the paper off it and saw the dark blue indentations Grayson's fingers had left on it.
– I hate you! – I said quietly.
He only laughed softly in response.
I paced towards the car park and still couldn't believe that Viper was flying away. But despite the sadness of the breakup, I was glad that Viper was safe from now on, and I looked forward to the message she was supposed to send me as soon as she arrived at Rio airport. I was scared for Viper, for the plane could fall and crash, or a storm could come up that would bring the possibility of an accident.
When I arrived at the castle, I put my car in the garage, sprayed the interior and myself with air freshener, went upstairs and found Markus – he was in the lounge, chatting among his friends, but when he saw me, he came towards me.
– There you are! I have good news for you! – Markus said, smiling broadly.
– What news? – I smiled too.
– Let's take a walk around the city and I'll tell you all about it. – Markus winked at me.
'Something about Viper,' I guessed, or Markus wouldn't have lured me away from the castle and the guests.
Fearing the ears of strangers and chatting about nonsense, we went down to the garage, got into my brother's car, and, only after driving far away from the castle, Markus stopped the car in a small grove, under the dense shade of tall, powerful trees.
– What's the good news? – I asked, intrigued by Markus's behaviour.
But instead of answering, Markus turned on the radio loudly and began to sing along-he seemed to be enjoying his exciting news and wanting to torture me.
– Markus!
– Sing along! – he said, and then he went back to his jolly jazz song.
– I know you're having a lot of fun, but please save it for later," I asked, turning off the radio.
– Why would I do that? – Markus turned the radio back on and sang at the top of his lungs.
– Because I already have enough to worry about! – I grinned and turned the radio off again.