Callum wondered if he should mention the service thing again. “Chaos’s a rare breed,” he said instead.
The man snorted. “That I believe. Sure, get in. So long as neither of you gets carsick, you’ll be better passengers than the frat kids.”
A few moments later, Callum was sliding into the backseat, Chaos hopping in next to him. The cushions were torn, showing the foam padding underneath, and Callum was pretty sure a spring was sticking into his back. The cab didn’t seem to have any seat belts or shock absorbers, either — they banged and rattled along the street, with Callum being thrown from side to side like a pinball. Despite Callum’s promises, Chaos was starting to look a bit nauseous.
Finally, they reached the top of a hill. Before them was a tall iron fence, the massive and ornate g
