Collecting our glasses, he sets them aside and starts to pull me towards the back of the bus. The door opens and Ransom Riggs appears, swallowed up by his black hoodie, his nostrils flaring as he glances from Paxton to me, this strange, feral look on his sleepy bedroom-eyed face. “You're never going to stop, are you?” he asks in a voice so quiet, I'm not sure I'm even meant to hear it. “Never,” Paxton drawls and then he's shoving Ransom aside with his shoulder and pulling me down the hallway.
