The Host Chapter 55
CHAPTER 55 Attached Jeb cleared a path for me, pushing people aside with his rifle as though they were sheep and the gun a shepherd's staff. “That's enough,” he growled at those who complained. “You'll get a chance to dress 'im down later. We all will. Let's get this sorted out first, okay? Let me through.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Sharon and Maggie fall to the back of the crowd, melting away from the reinstatement of reason. Away from my involvement, really, more than anything else. Both with jaws locked, they continued to glare at Kyle. Jared and Ian were the last two Jeb shoved aside. I brushed both of their arms as I passed, hoping to help calm them. “Okay, Kyle,” Jeb said, smacking the barrel of the gun against his palm. “Don't try to excuse yourself, 'cause there ain't no excuse. I'm plain torn between kickin' ya out and shootin' ya now.” The little face, pale under the deep tan of her skin, peeped around Kyle's elbow again with a s…
