Page 36 of Too Cursed To Kiss
His fingers stroked the edges of the wheel. “Agatha has a magic show.”
I twisted the ends of my hair. God, he was abyss-level vexing. “That’s her specialty, then, magic? Like Maverick?”
“Agatha is from Victoria’s side of the family.”
“Not a magical magician then?”
“Not in the way you are thinking. Agatha is rather special.”
“You are so crystal clear. Can you please just tell me?”
“Some secrets are like presents. They are best revealed as a surprise. And if I were clearer, you would ask fewer questions.”
“If you weren’t driving, I’d be killing you right now.” I seethed.
“I might enjoy that.” He shifted in the seat, glancing in the rearview mirror, and I turned to check on Britannia. Her eyes were closed. Either she was sleeping or pretending to be asleep. I got the message though that we had an audience. Maybe Wald wasn’t trusting Britannia either. Could it be akeep your enemies close, or was it a sister thing? I didn’t have the sibling firsthand knowledge. Only child of an only child. Solitary was in my DNA.
Wald calmly focused on the road ahead. With the speed Wald was driving and the road vibration, the music was oddly soothing. I closed my eyes and relaxed. For the moment, I was safe.
Imust have fallen asleep because Wald opening the driver’s door roused me.
“Where are we?” I croaked.
“Pit stop in Hiko, about two hours from Vegas,” Britannia said from behind me.
Wald was pumping gas. Why the hell was I finding that sexy? I was apparently insane along with everything else. Bathroom and a drink sounded good.
I opened the door, realizing for the first time how screwed I really was. “I need money,” I said to Wald, as if he were Dad and I was asking for basic needs on a road trip. The irony was not lost on me, and I was spitting mad about it.
“Britannia will accompany you and get you what you need.”
“No way. I’m not going anywhere with her.”
“Don’t make a scene,” he said, smiling up at the cameras. He held out a pair of sunglasses that were similar to his own.
I looked away from the camera, throwing my hair over my face while I hooked the surprisingly light sunglasses over my ears. The world took on a pink cast, and everything was sharper, as if my eyes had leveled up on taking in detail. I could also see farther away, and the low light areas were brighter. “Whoa. I might never take these off.”
Britannia was wearing a similar pair. She smirked as she led the way into the gas station, making sure she was between me and the cameras.
The bathrooms were the one-person kind. I opened the door, and she pushed past me.
“Hell no. You can wait outside.”
“I don’t take orders from you. Besides, Wald asked me to hold your hand, and I’m doing my job. Don’t worry. I won’t watch,” she said as I entered. She locked the door and turned her back on me.
“What do you want to drink or eat?” she chatted as I peed.
“Water, lots of it, and something crunchy, preferably not BBQ flavored.”
I flushed, then washed my hands, glancing in the mirror.The sunglasses had a rose-red cast to them and looked decent on me.
Britannia opened the door, and I headed for the chip aisle, but she grabbed my arm.
“Wald said we shouldn’t stay here long,” she whispered, steering me to the front door and walking me back to the car. Wald had finished pumping and was sitting behind the wheel. I slid into the passenger seat, and Britannia went back into the shop.
Tilting the sunglasses up and down turned the world from its normal dullness into crisp and vivid. I craned my neck around to check on Britannia. The clerk was handing her a bag at the checkout.
“Your sister is a bitch.”
