And instead of feeling shaky, like I did whenever I moved stuff in the daytime, I felt great. “You’re a bit of an atom bomb, aren’t you? I had to stall the engine to get it to stop.”Ī smile broke out across my face I couldn’t help it.
He returned and slid back in next to me, a little out of breath. He shut the hood, climbed back into the driver’s seat, and in a few seconds the car lurched forward, the lights finally going out. I watched him out the window, his lanky form trotting to the car and getting in, fumbling behind the wheel for a few minutes, and then popping the hood open and fussing under it. Eventually, I had to let Luke out of the booth to go switch off the ignition. I tried to convince the engine to turn off, but it remained running.
After the waitress had gone, he looked at me, the corners of his mouth quirking, and said, “Are you just going to leave it running? Now that my salary’s not being paid by supernaturals, I have to worry about the price of gas.” “Have a sandwich!” Luke said, glowing brighter than the headlights. The waitress set down two plates in front of us. Bucephalus, start.Īcross the parking lot, headlights flicked on and blinded us both, but not before I saw the car jerk sideways as the engine turned over and roared to life. I could see a line of pistons, the brake line, the gas pedal, the ignition, the seats, all at the same time. Instantly, the image of the car strengthened again, forming solid lines around me as if I sat inside it and around it and over it all at once. The image of the car was slipping away, replaced by the red vinyl of the booth seat across from me.īucephalus, I thought.
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