Definitely Not Kansas (Nocturnia Book 1) by Thomas Monteleone & F. Wilson

Author:Thomas Monteleone & F. Wilson [Monteleone, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

Part Five

Falzon

18

The long, low-slung automobile reminded Ryan of the German staff cars he’d seen in the old movies about World War II. But this one sported an even longer hood, hiding a steam boiler vented through a series of chromed manifold pipes. The car snaked its way along the rural roads, away from Armagost Farm and back toward the Uberall compound.

He’d put his T-shirt on over his bandages. Good thing he hadn’t been wearing it or the whip would have shredded it as well as his skin. He was glad he’d saved it. The one the nurse had offered him was made of something that made burlap feel like silk.

He sat in the back seat next to the spindly Simon whose long limbs seemed to fill the interior. In the front seat, their driver, a young athletic-looking lycan, handled the swales and curves in the road with skill and familiarity. As they sped along, Ryan felt slightly sick to his stomach, but more from stress than any real ailment, and fortunately not enough to provoke any hurling.

No, no… his problem was far simpler. He was upset with himself, angry, actually, that he simply had no filter when it came to talking. He had a real talent for saying way too much, and this time he was afraid he’d taken it too far.

They’d fed him some soup at the infirmary, and for the first time in days he wasn’t famished. But upon entering the car, Ryan had noticed a change in Simon’s demeanor. No longer was the tall man trying to act friendly or helpful. Much the opposite. The guy had clammed up and resumed his usual aspect of staring down his long nose at people and keeping his jaw tight, his lips stretched thin. Ryan seemed to have become invisible to him, and that only served to make things more tense.

He kept thinking about Emma and how every mile separated them farther and farther. Would he ever see her again? How could he have botched things so badly? If somehow he made his way back to her, he promised himself he would be more careful, more quiet.

But even as he was thinking this, he heard himself talking!

“How come you stopped asking me questions?”

Shut up! he told himself. Just stop it!

He couldn’t believe he was doing it again…

Simon looked down at him imperiously. “I have no questions – for the moment, at least. But that will change soon.”

“You mean when we get to the ‘compound’?”

“Precisely.” He frowned at the i>u on Ryan’s shirt. “What does that mean?”

If you can’t figure it out, Ryan thought, I’m not about to tell you.

“Nothing.”

He was getting antsy. The cuts on his back were beginning to itch beneath the bandages. He wanted out of the car; he wanted away from Simon. Being back at the farm would mean he was with his sister and out from under the cold eye of creepy Simon. Even cruel, ugly Ergel might be preferable. At least he knew where he stood with the troll.

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