[29] Saving Saviours (Part 4)

(Malory)

“Kyle stayed over last night?” Olivia asks me, walking into my room and waking me up. It’s Sunday morning.

“Yea, he was keeping an eye out.”

“Keeping an eye out with both eyes closed,” she says, nodding, “Right.”

I sit up. “He was probably really tired,” I say, frowning.

“Really tired of what? Almost killing people?” she asks, raising her brows.

“Where is he?”

“He’s fast asleep on the couch –his neck was hanging so far over the arm I could have sworn the guy was dead. I felt so uncomfortable looking at him that I actually fixed his head onto a pillow. Also,” she says, pausing and folding her arms, “You didn’t tell me you had leftover pizza.”

I scratch my head. “Yea, well. You wanted to rest and I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m sure you had a lot on your mind.”

“My mom called early this morning,” she tells me. “Their group was waiting at the airport to get onto their flight back here.”