Eleven
Darkness surrounded the car, pressing in from the outside as I stared out of the window. When I found out who had invented this time, I was going to string him up by his ankles and tickle him to death. Draining the blood would be far too enjoyable for him.
"Are we nearly there?" I asked.
Watt shrugged from his position in the driving seat. He had to know, he and William did this regularly.
“Are we there yet?” I complained again, earning an exasperated sigh from everyone, including Mika.
“No,” the two men answered in unison.
I huffed softly and fiddled with the button that made the window go down. I preferred the ones that needed to be cranked by hand, but those had long gone out of fashion. I supposed this was kind of handy, but that involved admitting technology was useful an
