Savage One: Born Wild Book Two by Augustine Donna

Author:Augustine, Donna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-13T16:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

The bike slowed. I lifted my cheek from Callon’s back, wondering if we were doing another switch or if the bike needed to drink more stuff. It needed to drink more than I did.

I knew it was neither of those when I saw the gate we were approaching late in the morning. A man pulled it open. As we turned the bend, he nodded to Callon. He took a longer look at me as we passed. Strangers weren’t a good thing in the Wilds, especially if you had something worth fighting for, and they definitely did.

They called it a farm, but I’d thought that was a nickname. It wasn’t. This was a real farm. It looked like it had been plucked right out of a picture from the Glory Years, back before the world had gone to shit. There were fields with cows, big black and white spotted things roaming around, and fluffy-looking sheep. There were chickens squawking and pecking in front of a large yellow house that had a wide front porch with chairs and a swing.

Beyond the house there were smaller buildings scattered around. One was big and red. Other ones looked like smaller houses, like the smattering of cottages that were around the lodge, but not as hardy looking, like they didn’t need to withstand the same elements.

There were quite a few people going about their business, carrying baskets and working the land. Too many people. I’d have to try to keep my distance, or I was in for a long and torturous day.

The front door of the main house swung open as the bike roared its way toward it. A woman about my age stepped out onto the porch, her hair so blazing red in the sun that it made all the other colors around seem dull. Dax followed behind her, stepping too close to her to make the woman anyone but Dal, his wife.

Callon pulled the bike up, and I climbed off before he turned it off. I straightened up a little slower than I had a few hours ago, which had been slower than the time before.

Dal and Dax walked to the edge of the porch toward us. I took a peek at the scar on the top of her hand. There wasn’t a P visible, but the placement was telling.

She paused out of my range of death vision. It wasn’t out of courtesy to me. It was most likely her range as well. She smiled at Callon, before her eyes, the color of spring grass on a sunny day, met mine. “Teddy?”

“Yes. Dal?”

She smiled and nodded. “Perhaps we shouldn’t get too close? I can see certain things from your past, usually the worst.”

Wow, she had been stopping for me. I’d never even considered warning people of my visions.

“If you’re game, so am I. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Callon stepped in front of me. “Maybe Dal has a point.”

I jerked my head in his direction. Why would he care? Was he embarrassed by me?

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