ELARA’S POV
“I’m not getting on that,” I said, pointing at the machine before me.
Theron looked down and then at me. “Why not? It’s perfectly safe. I even have a helmet for you.”
He held up a huge plastic hunk that looked too big to fit my head. I crossed my arms. “No way. I’ve never been on…that…before. I’d rather walk.”
He sighed. “It’s just a motorcycle. It’s how we travel to and from Stonehaven when leaving the cities.”
He swung his leg over the machine, patting the padded seat behind him while holding out the helmet he had ready for me. My mother always told me that in her day, there were always things called cars that took everyone where they needed to go. Fast metal deathtraps are what they sounded like to me. She’d never told me about motorcycles, but they didn’t look any safe
