Jaz glanced over his shoulder, then put the pedal to the metal.
I stopped, completely out of breath with a stitch in my side.
Damnfuckshitballs.
Ugh.
What a shame being like this didn’t grant me the power to float or even teleport.
Headlights appeared before me. I quickly moved off the road, crouching behind a car.
Fuck Jaz. Fuck all of this.
Mightily pissed off, again, I stood up and started walking in the rain and dust.
Screeching tires brought me to a halt, a car mounting the pavement.
What now?
The passenger door of the black car flung open, Penny getting out. “Oi!”
I glowered at her. “Fuck off.”
The driver’s door opened, and an extremely tall guy with a bald head got out.
How the hell did he fit in that small car? I mean, he’d tower over the most giant of basketball players.
“Answer the question,” he demanded, swatting dust from the shoulders of his long black coat.
“No idea,” I said, walking away.
“Oi!” Penny bellowed. “Don’t be so rude!”
“Right. Because ‘Oi’ is the epitome of manners,” I returned.
She grunted something inaudible at me.
“Did Jaz kill you?” the guy asked.
I picked up my pace. We weren’t doing this. All I wanted was a bit of respite before carrying on. Not this drama.
“Answer me!” the guy boomed behind me.
I spun, flipping him the bird.
“Did he kill you?”
“No,” I answered. “Now leave me alone.”
“Not until you give us the piss ant,” Penny countered.
I stopped, wishing my Synth spells were in place still, just to fling something at them.
Both of them bore witch marks on their foreheads, so that said a lot about their hate for Jaz.
I walked on, done with them.
Penny ran into my path. I walked through her, making her gasp.