Grim Misfortune by Jennifer Reinfried

Author:Jennifer Reinfried [Reinfried, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Superheroes | Supervillains
Published: 2017-07-08T04:00:00+00:00

Four

“I can’t keep doing this.” Mari snapped from the back of the van.

“We’re almost through Texas.” I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. “I’m driving as fast as I can. We’re making good time, but we can’t afford to catch the eye of the law.”

“You’re making me freeze time on my dead fiancé. After receiving a head wound five days ago. I’m tired, Duncan. I can’t cry anymore, and I’m tired. We’re going to need my powers at full strength when we get to wherever we have to go, so how can you expect—”

“This is a necessary thing, Mari,” I snapped. Instantly regretting my harshness, I softened my voice. “We can’t just let him sit back there, sweetie. You know why.”

She didn’t answer.

“Duncan.” Aaron’s voice was light and casual. “Do you need me to take over?”

Blinking, I felt the weariness settle over me like a blanket. “Yeah. Yeah, I think that would be smart.”

Gravel crunched beneath the van’s tires as I pulled into a quaint motel. Trees surrounded the flat, one-story building. Light from the neon sign flashing “Hartford Inn” illuminated the parking lot as I pulled to one side, throwing the vehicle into park and leaning back against the seat.

“You okay?” Aaron’s hand gripped my shoulder.

Nodding, I straightened and flung the door open. Stepping out onto the ground, I reached my arms up high, stretching the stiffness out of my back and shoulder muscles. “Thanks,” I said to Aaron as he came around the van.

“‘Course. Hey, this place has a late-night diner. Should we just eat while we’re here? We can get meals to go.”

At the mention of food, my stomach grumbled approval. Grinning, I poked my head back into the van. “You guys hungry?”

“Fuck yes,” Lucas mumbled.

I shot him a disapproving glance but bit my tongue and looked at Mari, who had climbed into the seat next to him. She only shrugged. “All right. We’ll be back in a moment.”

The rumbling turned into an ache as Aaron and I made our way to the brightly lit diner attached to the Hartford Inn. “I hope they have bacon.” I pocketed my keys and ran a hand over my beard.

“And pancakes. And eggs. And waffles.”

Laughing, we entered the diner. A tired waitress was pouring coffee for a pretty Korean woman with short black hair buzzed on one side. No one else was in sight as we approached the breakfast bar and sat on round stools that swiveled side to side.

The waitress shuffled over to us and placed two menus on the counter. “Coffee?”

I looked at Aaron, who shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

As she set out cups and poured the piping-hot liquid, I glanced over the options available. My eyes came to rest on the Eggs Benedict, and a fresh dose of grief washed over me like a tidal wave. Peter’s favorite. The pain kept coming, and it was getting difficult to control my grief when it did.

“Know what you want, or do you need a few?” The waitress was staring at me.

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