Chapter Seven
SCREECH!
The car sped around a corner.
This is insane, Maggie thought.
She sat in the backseat, her eyes vacillating between Dedrus and Kinzer.
The nauseating scent of pine from a tree air freshener hanging around the rearview mirror filled her nostrils.
She couldn't believe all that she'd just experienced. The wings. The flying. The woman chasing her. It was more disorienting than waking mid-tweak to hot breath, sweaty palms, and an ever-expanding pain deep inside her.
She'd had some bad tweaks, but this was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Perhaps this was withdrawal. Yes, that was it. Those assholes had kept her from her shit for too long, and now she had to deal with the negative side effects.Those fucking bastards!
Her mind was too scattered to process all that had happened. Surely, she didn't need to…since none of it was real.
Who were these guys who were driving her off to who-knew-the-fuck-where?
She eyed a sword that lay beside her, across the seat.
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Dedrus pressed his foot against the brake.
The car jolted back as it stopped before the two dangling, red-dotted stoplights.
Dedrus and Kinzer bobbed forward with the momentum of the car.
“Can you be a little more careful?” Kinzer barked as he tossed on his blue polo, which he’d grabbed with his other clothes when they’d hurriedly scrambled from the house.
“I'm doing my best!”
CLICK.
What the fuck?Kinzer thought. He turned to look behind him. The back door was open.
Maggie was gone.
“Shit!” He unfastened his seat belt.
“What are you doing?” Dedrus asked.
“She’s out. I've got to get her.”
He lunged out of the car.
The orange glow from the streetlamps lit up the back of Maggie's flower-print dress as she ran for a kudzu-draped wood on the other side of the curb, one hand flailing at her side, the other tucking Dedrus’s sword close to her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kinzer rapidly approached her. She spun around, holding the sword out before her.
Kinzer stopped and stepped back.
“Get the fuck away from me!” she shouted.
The sword trembled in her frail grip.
“Maggie, what's wrong?”
