CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Buddy, I hate to tell you this, but this is just embarrassing,” Cass bitched. His body shoved forward and then backward, only kept in his seat by a seatbelt. “The only saving grace is that it’s dark outside.”
Alaric glanced back over his shoulder. “Shut up, asswipe. You’re making her nervous.”
“Am I doing this right?” I asked in a hurry. “Is this how people really used to get around back then?”
I was driving an automobile!
An actual workingcar.
I knew Alaric had one somewhere.
Unable to sleep after Cass blocked me again, I had stayed up and tried to find us something that we could do together. Now, we were in the middle of New City, with trains soaring above us, while I drove anautomobile.
It was amazing. Spectacular. Amazing.
Have I said amazing yet? ‘Cause it was.
“This isn’t—” Cass lurched forward in his seat, then back again as I pressed on the gas pedal, “what I would call driving. It’s a train wreck.”
I slammed on the brakes, jerking us all forward in our seats, and peered skyward. I scoured the sky, but only saw stars. “Where? I don’t see it. There are no wrecks.”
Cass groaned from the backseat. “Jesus Christ.”
Alaric pointed forward. “Keep driving, Faith, or we’re going to get mobbed.”
Citizens of New City were coming out of late-night bars to stare at us, their arms out, and bracelets aimed to take pictures.
I slammed on the gas, and my head whipped back.
Along with the other immortals in the car with me.
Cass grabbed onto the headrest in front him, shouting over the freezing, whipping wind, “She is going to kill us!”
I slammed on the brakes, and the tires squealed. I shrieked in enjoyment and turned the wheel, taking us around a corner. I tried the gas pedal again, testing out different speeds, and the car lurched forward. Then it slowed as I took my foot off it. Forward. Slow. Back and forth, our bodies banged against the seats.
I asked, “Is that a vision or are you just being rude? Like, lying about a train wreck?”
Alaric snorted hard. “Just keep driving. He’s not being literal.”
“What did you call this car again?” I asked and slowed down. “A con…con-something.”
“Convertible.”
“And I wish the damn top was up,” Cass growled.
I pointed up, and the car swerved, so I put both hands back on the wheel. “It has a top?”
“It does. Would you like it up? Are you too cold?” Alaric asked. He pressed the back of his hand against my chilled cheek. “It won’t take long.”
“I don’t know. I like the night sky above.”
“Put it up.” Cass slouched down in the backseat, eyeing everyone staring at us on the streets. “This is humiliating. I know those guys over there.”
I hit the brakes, and the tires squealed again.
We came to an abrupt halt.
