“FORGIVE ME,” STAVROK said as he jammed the gearstick into position with a crunch. “It’s been many years since I’ve driven a car.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said between clenched teeth as we rumbled over a pothole. The bump lurched the car down and sideways. My fingers tightened around the edges of the seat. In the rear-view mirror, Lucian was looking distinctly green. “My brother and I aren’t used to them either.”
That was an understatement. We’d lived our whole lives in the wilds of the north; for the most part, such modes of transport were totally foreign. We were aware that vehicles like existed, but this was the first time I had actually seen one, let alone dared to ride inside one.
My heart hammered in my chest like I was being chased by a wolf.
Thankfully, the ride became smooth
