“Are we there yet?” I whine to Augustus as my stomach grumbles in protest. It is already one o’clock in the afternoon and we still haven’t reached Newborough nor had breakfast.
“Not yet,” Augustus replies without glancing at me.
I slump into the leather seat of the car.
Last night had been eventful. Augustus’s dragon, Isaac, gave me a ride above the clouds. It was fun and exciting to fly without being in an aeroplane. The feeling of the wind hitting my face was soothing. At the same time, I felt terrified at the sight of how far land was below me. I remembered holding onto Isaac’s long neck tightly like my life depended on it.
I landed safely, greeted by Augustus and a very-worried looking Anna.
Anna still doesn’t like Augustus or Isaac, but I can see that she’s starting to get used to them. Just like me.
“I’m bored,” I say out of the blue. “And hungry. Why can’t we just stop by at a rest stop and get something for brunch.
“Ten minutes,” he tells me, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Wait for another ten more minutes and if we still hadn’t reach Newborough, we’ll stop at the nearest petrol station.”
I huff and stay silent, keeping a close eye to my watch. Once in a while, I catch Augustus looking at me with a smile.
“What?” I snap at him in annoyance.
“You’re so cute when you’re hungry,” he replies with a chuckle.
I give him a glare. “Do not call me cute, Augustus Caesar.”
“Why? I’m just speaking of the truth.”
“I hate it when people call me cute. Makes me feel like a squeezable white bunny or something,” I explain.
Augustus raises any eyebrow. “You don’t like squeezable white bunnies?”
“I didn’t say that, you dimwit,” I correct him harshly. “I said I hate being called cute. Now shut up and pay attention to the road.”
As usual, he does not listen to me.
“So if you don’t like being cute, what do you like to be called?” he asks me casually.
I shrug. “Violent, sadistic, or anything synonym.”
“Sounds just like you,” he says sarcastically.
I roll my eyes at him. “What about you?”
He thinks about it for a moment. "Mysterious.”
“Now that sounds exactly like you,” I tell him.
Augustus grins, showing off his teeth. For all I know, he can be working secretly for Thomas. But a major part of me does not believe that. Augustus can be sweet sometimes.
And sometimes, just the opposite.
“Where did you get this car from?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Bibiana gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday three years ago,” he answers, stopping that car at a traffic light.
“She spoilt you,” I grumble. My brain calculated the simple math.
Augustus is twenty-one.
“She’s the best,” he says, stepping on the gas when the light turn green. I notice that he doesn’t have a smirk on when he says that. He sounds very sincere. After all, Bibiana raised him and Aurora. “There was this one time when we tried to make a birthday surprise for Aurora. She and I were still human at that time. It was a disaster! Bibiana was in charge of baking the cake while I prepare the decorations in our dorm in the HQ building. The only people I invite were your parents since we only knew them and Bibiana. Aurora came back earlier than usual and caught me putting up decorations. Bibiana also accidentally set the temperature of the oven higher than it was supposed to be so the cake was burnt. In the end, we had to order pizza. It was a nice day.”
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