Page 27 of Lunar Diamonds
What the hell happened?
The vehicle bumped, speeding down a country road. I grabbed the back of Drake’s seat, my stomach lurching.
Couldn’t he slow down?
“You’re awake,” he said.
I met his gaze in the rearview mirror, offering him my best scowl. “Arsehole.”
He didn’t react.
“Fucking rude,” the woman countered, turning to face me.
Wow. The sharpness of that bob could cut glass.
“What’s going on?” I asked, noticing the doors were all locked.
Dammit.
Drake’s eyes were back on the road, cat apparently holding his tongue.
Lucky cat.
What I saw of his face was unreadable. It didn’t change his hot guy status, but certainly tempered it.
“Keep your mouth shut.” The woman’s lips curled into a nasty smirk, drawing my attention away from him.
A lovely answer. “Well?” I decided to ignore her, directing my question to Drake.
His eyes flicked to mine in the mirror again. “Be quiet.”
“Piss off!” I spat, wincing at the pain in my throat.
The woman raised a fist to me. “Say that again and I’ll break your fucking nose.”
I sank back into the seat, my eyes on the mirror. Drake didn’t look at me, slowing down to turn right at a crossroads.
The woman snickered. “You’re too hot to be a librarian.”
Judgmental much? Oh, let’s toss out some crappy stereotypes about librarians.
“Bet it’s boring as shit, eh?” she inquired.
Blue aura. Witch. Probably shadow. Her face bugged me. It was smug, mean, the kind of face suited for a knuckle sandwich.
“Well? Is it?” she pressed.
Did she give me permission to speak? “It’s not boring.”
She sniffed, smacking her lips. “You sound boring, so it must be.” She turned away, wriggling in her seat like a fidgety toddler. “Don’t matter now anyway.”
“Why?”
She laughed again. “Because your life’s about to change.”
Pointless asking how, really. She’d only throw it in my face.
Still, you can’t blame a guy for trying. “How so?”
