Chapter 38
Our ride pulls up a few minutes later, as Tortie promised. On the driver’s side door is a tiny orange gem, cut through with a bit of black onyx—Tortie’s symbol. The doors of the car lift and the four of us crawl in. The interior is lush, and clearly, to me at least, a car that Tortie himself rides in when he comes back to his planet. The seats are covered in a white velvet that my jeans don’t want to slide across. I want to wipe my hands on the seat but fear I might leave a streak of dirt and sweat that Tortie might hold over my head later.
“So, uh, where we headed?” The driver asks once we are seated. Dita reads off the coordinates of our ship, and we drive. Miessa and Kathel both sit forward on the edge of their seat like they can’t let their bodies touch anything Tortie cre
