Chapter Two
“ARE WE THERE YET?”
I buried my head deeper under my jacket, and counted to myself. Five. That was the fifth time in an hour that Cassius had asked if we had arrived in the small Hungarian town where our next gig was. Five wouldn’t seem like a lot, but it was when you were desperately trying to get some sleep, or risk losing the ability that paid your rent. I thought of pointing that out to the boys, but didn’t want to get into another argument about why sirens needed to rest before pushing a crowd.
Starting with my toes, I made a concerted effort to relax my muscles, moving up my legs to my thighs, stomach, arms, and on up to my neck. By the time I was mentally chanting singsong meditative phrases, I was on the verge of sleep.
“Are we there yet?” Whomp. Someone kicked the
