outside drinking. A black Dodge Challenger drew up
alongside the curb.
Agrat
opened the passenger door and pushed Phoebe inside.
“What
the fuck?” the male driver said.
“I
have an emergency. Leave the vehicle,” Agrat ordered the man.
“Are
you nuts?” the man said.
Agrat
strode over to the driver’s side, opened the door, pulled out the man hard so
that he stumbled over the pavers and fell onto the street. Agrat slammed the
door and drove off.
“You
can’t do that. You can’t steal a car,” Phoebe said. She grabbed the door handle
and tried to open the door but he willed it to stay closed.
“I
will return the man’s chariot when I no longer have need of it.” He recalled
the road map that he had taken from the cop’s mind. He knew just where he was
going.
"You
can't hypnotize or kidnap people. It's against the law," Phoebe protested.
"These
laws are made for your people." A car stopped in front of them. Agrat
frowned, furious at the delay. He honked the horn but the car in front didn't
move. He unwound the car window and a fireball grew in his hand.
"Stop!
You can't set fire to that car," Phoebe screamed.
"He's
blocking my way."
"I
don't care. It's wrong to kill innocent people," she said.
"I
do not kill innocents. I only wish to incinerate the car. The driver will
run."
"Don't
you dare. " Phoebe glowered at him.
Agrat
extinguished the fireball, pulled his arm in and wound up the window. There
seemed to be no end to the rules of this time, one of them being that women did
not hold their tongue.
“Where
are you taking me? And since when did you learn to drive?” Phoebe asked.
“I
told you, I extracted the policeman’s memories. We’re going to a safe house
outside Salem.”
“But
that’s over four hours' drive.”
His
lips turned up at the thought of having Phoebe all to himself, even if she
didn’t want to be there. She’d remember their love. He’d make sure of it.
Agrat
put his foot on the accelerator, impressed at the force of this chariot which,
according to the memory from the cop, had horse power in the engine, though he
wasn’t quite sure how that worked because there were no living creatures in
there. He swerved around the cars in front of him stopped at a red light and
floored the accelerator, enjoying the expression of the word ‘floored’, a
thought the cop had enjoyed too. The horses in the engine made the car jump
forward and move with incredible speed.
Phoebe
pulled on her seat belt with trembling fingers. “Slow down or you’ll get us killed.
You just ran a red light.”
“It
is permissible in an emergency.”
“For
cops, yes. Not for ordinary citizens.”
He
glanced over at her remembering how her body had melded to his when he’d had
her pressed up against the studio wall, even though she hadn’t wanted to. He
was glad she couldn’t see his burgeoning erection because from the way her eyes
were darting from side to side as he maneuvered his way around the traffic, she
looked close to breaking. Even so, he couldn’t get rid of the image of her
naked under him. “I make the rules, Princess. I don’t follow them. You’re going
to find I do a lot of things that aren’t permissible, especially when it comes
to you.”
“Sleep deeply, Princess. Rest.
Remember your love for me,” Agrat chanted while he drove the long trip to
Salem. It had taken two hours of silent incantation before Phoebe’s eyes began
to close. Only when he approached Salem did she finally stop fighting him
mentally and fall into a deep sleep. He’d never encountered such resistance
from a human before. Clearly, Galaden had learned something about her he didn’t
know.
Agrat
turned off the freeway and drove up a long, deserted road to reach what the cop
called, “a safe house’. Steering the chariot onto the loose gravel in front of
the place, he cut the engine, grateful that he didn’t have to organize a stable
or hay for the vehicle. Instead, he strode around to
alongside the curb.
Agrat
opened the passenger door and pushed Phoebe inside.
“What
the fuck?” the male driver said.
“I
have an emergency. Leave the vehicle,” Agrat ordered the man.
“Are
you nuts?” the man said.
Agrat
strode over to the driver’s side, opened the door, pulled out the man hard so
that he stumbled over the pavers and fell onto the street. Agrat slammed the
door and drove off.
“You
can’t do that. You can’t steal a car,” Phoebe said. She grabbed the door handle
and tried to open the door but he willed it to stay closed.
“I
will return the man’s chariot when I no longer have need of it.” He recalled
the road map that he had taken from the cop’s mind. He knew just where he was
going.
"You
can't hypnotize or kidnap people. It's against the law," Phoebe protested.
"These
laws are made for your people." A car stopped in front of them. Agrat
frowned, furious at the delay. He honked the horn but the car in front didn't
move. He unwound the car window and a fireball grew in his hand.
"Stop!
You can't set fire to that car," Phoebe screamed.
"He's
blocking my way."
"I
don't care. It's wrong to kill innocent people," she said.
"I
do not kill innocents. I only wish to incinerate the car. The driver will
run."
"Don't
you dare. " Phoebe glowered at him.
Agrat
extinguished the fireball, pulled his arm in and wound up the window. There
seemed to be no end to the rules of this time, one of them being that women did
not hold their tongue.
“Where
are you taking me? And since when did you learn to drive?” Phoebe asked.
“I
told you, I extracted the policeman’s memories. We’re going to a safe house
outside Salem.”
“But
that’s over four hours' drive.”
His
lips turned up at the thought of having Phoebe all to himself, even if she
didn’t want to be there. She’d remember their love. He’d make sure of it.
Agrat
put his foot on the accelerator, impressed at the force of this chariot which,
according to the memory from the cop, had horse power in the engine, though he
wasn’t quite sure how that worked because there were no living creatures in
there. He swerved around the cars in front of him stopped at a red light and
floored the accelerator, enjoying the expression of the word ‘floored’, a
thought the cop had enjoyed too. The horses in the engine made the car jump
forward and move with incredible speed.
Phoebe
pulled on her seat belt with trembling fingers. “Slow down or you’ll get us killed.
You just ran a red light.”
“It
is permissible in an emergency.”
“For
cops, yes. Not for ordinary citizens.”
He
glanced over at her remembering how her body had melded to his when he’d had
her pressed up against the studio wall, even though she hadn’t wanted to. He
was glad she couldn’t see his burgeoning erection because from the way her eyes
were darting from side to side as he maneuvered his way around the traffic, she
looked close to breaking. Even so, he couldn’t get rid of the image of her
naked under him. “I make the rules, Princess. I don’t follow them. You’re going
to find I do a lot of things that aren’t permissible, especially when it comes
to you.”
“Sleep deeply, Princess. Rest.
Remember your love for me,” Agrat chanted while he drove the long trip to
Salem. It had taken two hours of silent incantation before Phoebe’s eyes began
to close. Only when he approached Salem did she finally stop fighting him
mentally and fall into a deep sleep. He’d never encountered such resistance
from a human before. Clearly, Galaden had learned something about her he didn’t
know.
Agrat
turned off the freeway and drove up a long, deserted road to reach what the cop
called, “a safe house’. Steering the chariot onto the loose gravel in front of
the place, he cut the engine, grateful that he didn’t have to organize a stable
or hay for the vehicle. Instead, he strode around to
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