They
drove in silence for the next forty or so miles. Jeremy slept against the passenger door. Jen stared out the window alternating between
hope and panic. She didn’t know these
two men and here she was, driving down the road to who knows where trusting
they weren’t going to harm her. Maybe
her mother was right and her hope, her need, to find Cullen kept her from
thinking through decisions well.
“We’re
almost to the last turn off. Do you need
anything before we do? Once we turn,
there’s nothing between the turn and the cabin.”
“I’m
fine, thank you.”
Rhys
nodded.
Feeling
a sudden rush of impulsiveness, Jen broke the silence.
“The
herbs. Are they hard to find? I mean, can just anyone find them and lace
your food with them?”
Jeremy
answered without opening his eyes, “No.
They’re rare. And they need to be
brewed into a potion before they can affect us.
You thinking about trying to drug us?”
“No,”
Jen’s heart leapt into her throat at Jeremy’s words, “You can keep your
precious potion. I just wanted to
understand how someone could gain control of people as powerful as you.”
Jeremy
sat up and opened his eyes, “Power has nothing to do with anything here. We are no different than you. We live, we love, we lose, we die. Just like you.”
“That’s
enough, Jeremy. She’s still learning
about our world and filled with the illusions Hollywood has painted about us.”
“My
apologies, ma’am. I did not intend to
offend. The messed up stories about us
bother me.”
“May I
ask why?”
Jeremy
closed his eyes. Jen looked to Rhys.
“Was
that not okay to ask?”
“Jeremy’s
had a few run-ins with people who thought they knew about our kind from places
like the internet and Hollywood.”
“Oh.”
They turned
off the highway onto a dirt road that wound through trees Jen estimated to be
several hundred years old. She thought
she saw glimpses of fur as the headlights flickered into the forest. Horror movie scenes started to play through
her mind, though she never liked those movies.
Now, however, she seemed to be in one.
Rhys
pulled up to a shed at the end of the dirt road. Jeremy got out and disappeared without a
word. Jen slid over, but stayed in the
truck.
“Now
what? I don’t believe this shed is our
final destination.”
“It isn’t. We need to walk the last little ways. I have your things. Again, I swear, you will be safe here. In this place, my word is law.”
Still
feeling like something ought to be jumping out of the woods to kill and eat
her, Jen followed Rhys down a path no bigger than a deer trail.
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