Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

“I told you, my grandfather—”
She slapped the letter out of my hands. “I don’t want
to hear another word of that rubbish!” Apparently, I’d
touched a nerve. She went quiet for a moment, face
pinched with frustration, as if she were deciding how
best to dispose of my body once she’d followed
through on her threats. Before she could decide,
though, shouts erupted from the other end of the alley.
We turned to see the men from the pub running
toward us, armed with wooden clubs and farm
implements.
“What this? What’ve you done?”
“You’re not the only person who wants to kill me!”
She took the knife from my throat and held it at my
side instead, then grabbed me by the collar. “You are
now my prisoner. Do exactly as I say or you’ll regret
it!”
I made no argument. I didn’t know if my chances
were any better in the hands of this unbalanced girl
than with that slavering mob of club-wielding drunks,
but at least with her I figured I had a shot at getting
some answers.
She shoved me and we were off and running down
a connecting alley. Halfway to the end she darted to
one side and pulled me after her, both of us ducking
under a line of sheets and hopping a chicken-wire
fence into the yard of a little cottage.
“In here,” she whispered and, looking around to
make sure we hadn’t been seen, pushed me through
a door into a cramped hovel that reeked of peat
smoke.
There was no one inside save an old dog asleep
on a sofa. He opened one eye to look at us, didn’t
think much of what he saw, and went back to sleep.
We darted to a window that looked out on the street
and flattened ourselves against the wall next to it. We
stood there listening, the girl careful to keep a hand