“Are we there yet,” I asked Onyx with a grin.
“Almost,” he said, winking at me.
“You’ve been saying ‘almost’ for over an hour,” I laughed.
“I think you need a new definition.”
“Just trying to keep you on your toes!”
“You still won’t tell me where we are going?”
“Nope, it’s still a secret.”
I stuck my hand out the window just enough to twirl it
through the wind. We weren’t driving nearly as fast as we had the last time we
took the Spider to a date. The suspense was killing me. He wouldn’t even tell
me for sure what to pack. He said all I needed was some clothes and a bathing
suit. I didn’t know how long he had been planning this, but he had already
thought of everything. No matter what argument I made for not going, he had a
counter argument. Arthur was there to back him up.
After all the effort and work we had put into tracking
Dunham Marshawn, our next Order target, I felt obligated to be there for the
last minute prep. We were going after him on Tuesday. I knew it wasn’t an
argument I was going to win. So, I had to pack a bag for a trip I didn’t know
anything about.
I was glad to be out of the house. Onyx kept telling me
how important it was to enjoy the downtime when we had it, but it was still
hard for me to accept. Maybe he was right after all. I didn’t want to tell him
that. I already knew what look he would give me.
“Now we’re
almost there,” Onyx said with his signature grin as he pulled off the expressway.
“There is nothing out here.”
“That’s the point. Wouldn’t be much of a getaway if there
were people everywhere, would it?”
(All excerpts are taken from a lightly edited first draft. The content may change or be removed entirely from the finished novel.)
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