Everyone had been so kind the night before, all the females lavishing such incredible attention and support on her.
She didn’t want to bother them again and didn’t really want the extra regard.
She was feeling a little tired and wanted to save all her strength for the date.
As she came into the foyer, she saw Trez and Manny standing close together on the far side of the mosaic apple tree in the floor. They were talking intently, each one grave.
Her heart stopped. Was the physician insisting she stay in? Or was he going to make her go down to the clinic first?
She glanced behind her and considered bolting. It wasn’t going to be underground, though—
“You need to take care of her,” Manny warned.
“I will. I swear on my brother’s life.”
Oh … shoot—
Manny took something out of his pocket. A key fob of some sort.
Dangling it in front of Trez’s face, he said, “She’s never been driven by anyone else.”
“Then why are you giving her to me?”
“Because you need to go in style. You’re taking your woman out, you don’t need to be in some BMW.”
“You are a car snob.”
Selena frowned. Car? They were talking about—
Trez whipped around as if he had noticed her scent on the air, and the instant he saw her, he started to smile. “Hey, there, you ready, my queen?”
Stepping across the vast space, she smiled in return. She’d left her hair down again, because she knew by the way he stared at it, played with it, stroked it that he preferred it that way. And actually, she was not just getting used the style, but coming to like it best as well.
That formal chignon the Chosen were supposed to wear could give you one heck of a headache after a couple of hours.
Rising up to her tiptoes, she kissed his mouth and then tucked herself in against his side, fitting perfectly under his arm. “I am so ready.”
Manny clapped palms with Trez, and then said under his breath, “We gotchu.”
“Thanks, man.”
Then the doctor gave her a wink and headed to the dining room and all the people in it.
“What does that mean?” Selena asked as Trez opened the door out into the vestibule. “That ‘gotchu’?”
“Nothing.”
Leaning ahead, he pulled the second door free, and the cold of the night rushed in, making her nose tingle and her cheeks flush.
“Too much?” he asked.
“What?”
“Too cold? You shivered.”
“I love it.”
“Good, I want to put the top down.”
Parked right in front of the stone steps was a vicious-looking black car, with black wheels and some kind of tail on the back.
“Dearest Virgin Scribe, what is that?” she said.
“It’s called a Porsche nine-eleven turbo.”
“Oh … my.”
Going down to the steps, she approached the machine, taking one hand out of her pocket and running her fingertips down its flank. Smooth, shiny, ice-cold.
“But it has a roof, no?” she said.
“It does tricks.”
Opening the door, he settled her in the passenger seat. “It’s Manny’s new baby. He got it a week ago—it’s the same make and model of his last one, but the interior is different? That’s what he says, at any rate.”
Inside, she smelled leather and the human’s cologne and Payne’s scent.
Trez got in behind the wheel and shut his door. When he turned a key, a great growl started up, a subtle vibration emanating through the interior.
“Check this out.” He hit another button. “Look up.”
Like magic, everything that was overhead unlatched and lifted away, retracting in an orderly series of folds into a rear compartment.
“I figured you’d like to see the stars.” He smiled and got the heater going. “It’s got a screen, so we don’t have to worry about backdraft.”
Leaning back, she saw … the velvet heavens with its twinkling lights.
Letting out a shout of joy, she threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. “This is incredible!”
He laughed. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen a convertible before.”
“I never travel by car. Unless I’m with you.”
“Well, get your belt on. This bitch is going to fly.”
As he hit the gas, the car leaped forward like a horse out of the gate, and she couldn’t help but look up to the night sky and smile so hard her cheeks hurt.
Even with the mhis, he went so fast, firing down the mountain until they got to the road at the bottom. He took a left.
“Where are we going?” she said as he punched the accelerator again, and she was sucked into the contours of her seat as the engine roared.
“You’ll see.” He glanced over. “Warm enough?”
“Perfectly so!”
It was loud and exhilarating, cold air whirling around her head, hot air blasting on her feet, the car growling and leaning into the curves of the road. Before she knew it, her heart was beating fast and her stomach doing flip-flops and she felt octane in her veins.
“I hope it’s a long trip!” she shouted.
“What?”
“Never mind!”
She lost track of the minutes and the miles, but gradually she became aware that the forest landscape had grown dotted with human settlements. Soon, stores, neighborhoods of houses, a park, and stacks of apartment buildings appeared.
“Where are we?” she asked as he slowed to a stop at a red light.
“On the outskirts of Caldie.”
“Are we going downtown again?”
“Nope.” He smiled at her. “But we’re almost at our destination.”
A small car that was low to the ground and the color of a banana pulled up next to them, and she felt the driver glance over. Music was thumping inside of the other vehicle, and its engine revved up.
“Is he having some kind of spasm?” she asked. “Of the foot?”
“No, it’s happening in another location,” Trez muttered.
When the light overhead turned green, the little car exploded forward, its tires squealing, an unpleasant burning smell left in its wake.
“What was that all about?” she wondered.
“Wait for it.”
Sure enough, a car with blue and white lights popped out of a parking lot and fell into pursuit. But not of Trez and herself.
Trez shook his head. “The little shit should know you never drag on this street. Besides, he’s crazy to take this car on.” He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. “You ready?”
“Oh, yes.” She looked around and saw nothing but a stretch of single-story businesses linked together by a common roof and a parking lot. “Are we here?”
“Almost.”
Actually, they went quite a bit farther on, past another bunch of stores with the word outlet tacked onto every name. And then there was a shallow stretch of woods and a little hill, followed by …
Parking lots. Vacant parking lots big as the lawns of the Sanctuary.
Except then she looked out the other side of the car. “What … is that?”
“Welcome to Storytown.”
Selena sat forward. On the far end of the biggest of the parking lots was a set of lit entrance signs so high and wide they defied comprehension. But what came after them? Was even more astounding. Vast mechanisms reaching high into the sky were lit up like rainbows, all flashing lights and spinning tops as if they were toys made for giants.
Trez turned Manny’s car onto all the asphalt and roared across the acreage, heading for a gate in the fencing over to the left of what looked like the check-in area. As he stopped before the side entry, they had to wait for but a moment before a human in a navy-blue uniform triggered something and waved them through.
“Hey, Mr. Latimer.”
Trez reached out and offered his hand. “Call me Trez.”
“I’m Ted.” They shook and the man nodded at Selena. “We’re going to take great care of you guys tonight. Head through there.”
“Roger that. Thanks, man.”
“No problem.”
As he hit the gas, Selena was overwhelmed by all of the neon lights. “What is this place. This is … magical.”
“And it’s all ours. No one else is here, just you and me.”
“How is that … possible?”
“One of my security guys is the brother of the head of security over here. They spoke to the owners and they’re doing me a little favor.”
When they came up to a second guard, Trez stopped the car and cut off the engine. “You liked that crazy ride last night through downtown, right?”
“Oh, yes—yes, so much.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Wait’ll you go upside down, my queen.”
iAm watched from a security tower high in the center of the amusement park as Trez piloted the Porsche through the gate and came to a stop at the second security point.
“You want binocs?”
He glanced over his shoulder at Big Rob. “Nope. I’m good.”
The bouncer from shAdoWs whistled as he put the handset back up to his peepers. “You have awesome eyes to see that far.”
iAm just shrugged and took another draw from his Thermos mug. The coffee inside was strong and hot enough to pizza your tongue. Just the way he liked it.