Twenty-three: Night Flight
But they saw nothing of Bolt that night. Had he come for her head as promised, Keltie would have known in advance. Like a ghost, she hovered at her window. The streets remained empty. The trees likewise. Strangers on the sidewalk made her jump, but no one approached the school. Chatter in the hall lay at an ebb as well. After dark, everyone went straight to their rooms to study. At ten o’clock Marty knocked on the door. He’d promised to stay with her no matter what the consequences. Keltie fairly yanked him into the room before slamming the door and relocking it. Then she threw her arms round his neck. At eleven, two giggling girls passed in the hall. Marty kept stern vigil. He asked for the window seat so Keltie could lie down. She refused him, feeling that her senses, trai
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