The Book of Red: ISAK & Red and bonus prequel Used by Cari Silverwood

Author:Cari Silverwood [Silverwood, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

ISAK

Collecting more Keppra was easy, since female pharmacists were common here. We stopped at a town, found the pills, and swapped to a bronze-colored, four-doored pick-up – what they called utes in Australia, or utility vehicles. I told Red to drive. Everything we currently carried had fitted in the back under a solid lock-down cover. The woman I’d taken this from now had a silver-gray sedan to drive back to her remote property.

She was heading inland, same as we were, and nobody in the Outback was likely to care which car she drove. Being recently widowed, her time and money were hers to play with. The car registration authority was a different and more difficult problem I would eventually have to deal with.

I’d questioned her thoroughly. Outback was such a crazily casual word. This country reminded me of Texas or Arizona in the US. I gathered that the further west we went, the greater the resemblance would be – dry, dusty, immense, and beaten down by the sun.

The ute was eating up the road at a good speed.

“We’ll keep this one.” Until I grew bored with it. The bronze color was nice.

“Okay.” Red adjusted her hands on the steering wheel, and I took the opportunity to study her – my muse? Tutor? What did she regard herself as? It was amusing how her natural need to diagnose, decipher, and solve had emerged more and more once I lifted the… what did I call it? The subjugation? The suppression of her personality?

I liked this more. She was wilder but still controllable.

And more of a challenge, which made her more fun. Yes.

Fun. I’d missed fun.

The wind fluttered and rustled in, lifting my hair and hers, toying with her dress at neckline and hemline. The glow of her skin in the flickers of sunlight pleased me. My hand strayed to my chest where a strange warmth hovered. It was not simply desire. I rubbed at my chest, thinking.

That list of hers was ridiculous. I wanted to feel complete and to lose this bleak absence of emotion and to fill it with more of what made me happy.

Strangely, happy with this drug in me wasn’t the same as the happy I’d felt when in full-on mesmer mode. That created an incandescent joy. It was also an empty joy. Nothing remained when it was gone, except for the need to do it again.

Mesmer equals addiction. How had I not seen this?

“Are you due to take another of those?” Red arched an eyebrow at me. “A pill?”

“You want to dole them out? To be my little pill timer, like I’m some geriatric who forgets?”

She side-eyed me. “Sure. But not because I don’t trust you to remember… because I think maybe you’ll decide not to take it.”

I grunted. That was honest, if reckless.

She side-eyed me again, with more worry in her glance.

She was right. Half of me was at war with the other. Not always but as the drug wore off, I had to wrestle more and more.

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