Track 11.
I tried to catch a glimpse of the old departures board, the one that ticked with new letters and times every few minutes. But Track 11 wasn’t listed anywhere.
Dom pulled open the doors and began the descent down the long escalator.
Over her six-foot-whatever body, I couldn’t even see the bottom of the stairs.
Maybe Dom was finally taking me back to her home: Hell.
But just when I thought we might descend forever, Dom stepped off the escalator. I followed along with Leo as we stepped off at the same time and onto the cool, polished concrete of a train platform.
Like a real one. A center column of the platform separated two sets of tracks.
Behind us, Spencer scoffed. “What in the fuck is this…”
Everyone but Dom was taking it all in. Overhead, concrete rectangles created an elaborate pattern. The lighting was dim but brighter than the Station itself. Each of the rectangles created a cavern of darkness in its hollowed out center.
I’d only seen a train station like this when I’d visited D.C. as a kid, the memory too faded now to recall much.
Dom kept walking as a loud chugging filled the platform. A train rolled along the tracks, hitting its brakes as it lined itself up with the platform.
There were only about five cars, the front car a shiny silver with a royal blue strip over the elongated nose of the train. It looked like those bullet trains in Japan, something American infrastructure had yet to attempt. The metal shell of the train came low, making the wheels hard to see.
The train was so clean that it shimmered as if this was its inaugural journey
“Dom…” I managed through my confusion. A wave of fear washed over me.
Where the fuck are we going?
I thought I’d asked the question out loud. But as Dom, Leo, and Spencer pushed forward, I realized the words had never formulated.
Despite how often I thought about going to The Oracle, I’d never really considered how far away they might be.
Was it going to be a subway trip? Or more like a cross country trek?
My mind jumped back to Lady. Dom had gotten one of the Violence bikers to come watch her. Maybe it was going to be a long night.
Dom could be taking me anywhere, maybe this was her plan to finally dump me. The train could stop in the middle of nowhere and she could just dump my body.
She doesn’t do dirty work.
Besides, even though I was still angry at her, I was starting to think she did want to protect me. Even if she had a fucked-up way of showing it.
At least now I knew why she’d refused to let me leave that mansion, why she’d taken me hostage in the first place. A force, that might be just a bit more powerful than her, compelled her hands.
Though I doubted thatanythingcould make Dom do something she didn’t want to.
As we stepped up to the train’s open vestibule, Leo stepped inside. She held her hand out for me.
There was nowhere else to run. I needed answers about what had happened to me, to my father. Especially after what we’d found in Gabriel’s apartment.
The Oracle was our last resort.
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I followedmy saviors onto the train, stepping into the vestibule and letting them lead me through a sliding train door.
