First Mentor (Minimum Wage Sidekick Book 5) by Lucas Flint

Author:Lucas Flint [Flint, Lucas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Secret Identity Books
Published: 2017-10-28T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A few minutes later, I sat down in one of Nightbolt’s aging red recliners and put my helmet in my lap. The recliner sank slightly under my weight, the springs creaking. I leaned back in the chair and looked at Nightbolt, who sat in the recliner opposite mine, a water bottle from his fridge in his hands. At his feet lay Spike, who was fast asleep, his bandaged leg as still as ever. He did make a small whining sound every now and then, though that seemed to be because of some dream he was having rather than because of the pain from his wound.

But that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was Nightbolt’s face. He looked angry at me, angrier than I’d ever seen him before. Even though he was a lot older and frailer than me, I found I didn’t like the way he looked at me. It was as if he had caught me running around with a grenade in my hands, like I’d nearly blown myself up or something. Part of me wished Teresa was still here, but Nightbolt had sent her away, telling her to be safe and not come back unless there was another alien abduction at her family’s ranch. Teresa certainly hadn’t wasted anytime leaving, which just annoyed me the more I thought about it, because it meant that I was going to get into trouble all by myself and she wouldn’t have to deal with any of the consequences.

“What were you doing down there?” asked Nightbolt, folding his hands over his lap. “And why did you go behind my back to do it?”

I hesitated, but Nightbolt had that exact same ability to make you tell the truth that Rubberman had, so I said, “Because I wanted to know more about the Rubber Ball.”

“The Rubber Ball,” said Nightbolt. “Yes, I should have realized that that would have had special interest to you. I just didn’t think you would deliberately go behind my back to take a look at it.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just couldn’t forget about it. It was … calling to me.”

I know that that sounded really lame, but I couldn’t think of any better words to describe it. How else could I describe the way it spoke to me? I had never felt anything like that before. Even now, when I was in the house and the Rubber Ball was still in the Basement, I thought I felt something reaching out to me, though it may have just been my imagination.

To my surprise, Nightbolt nodded, albeit heavily. “Yes, I am aware of the power it has over people. You’re not the first to succumb to its pressure, though with any luck, you’ll be the last.”

I leaned forward, urgency on my face. “What is it? It’s clearly not just an unusually big rubber ball. I sensed its heart beating. It had some measure of control over its bouncing. You even spoke to it like it could understand what you said.

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