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“Really,” he replies before smirking. “Don’t worry, it cost us a lot in refurbs.”
I burst out laughing, and we head over to the bus. Malachi is in the front passenger seat, and after helping me up into the main part, Orson climbs into the driver’s seat. I make my way to the seat directly behind Orson, marvelling at this creation.
The interior is not what I expected, but, also, exactly what I expected from this group. All the normal passenger seats have been ripped out and replaced with six large armchair-style seats. Obviously, they’re modified for driving, so they’ve got belts and headrests, but they’re most definitely lavish.
The material is costly, the deep red colouring reminding me of royalty—which is to be expected from the King of the pride—and they look extremely comfortable.
There’s a strong smell of clean. I’m not sure who gutted this thing before we got in, but the different scents of disinfectants are making my nose itch.
There are two chairs directly behind where Orson and Malachi are sitting, two at the very back of the minibus, with the other two sort of staggered in the centre. They’re not side by side, but not in their own rows either.
To the left of one, directly opposite the door, is a decent sized mini-fridge. From my angle, I can only see the bottle of waters that are on the bottom shelf, but there could be anything.
Griffin is already seated, as is Voss, both of them having claimed the back of the bus. They each give me little mischievous grins, and to nobody’s surprise, they’re decked out in the same attire as Atticus.
We’re really going camping. Atticus sits down next to me, and Micah sits in the middle on his own.
“Why are you pouting?” Micah asks, and I turn to see him focusing on Fin.
“I wanted to drive,” Fin says, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at the back of Mal’s head
“Are you a good driver?” I ask, and Fin gapes at me. Clearly, he is, and I’ve just insulted him. Oops. “Are you better than Orson?”
“No,” Orson says, and I realise I didn’t help make Fin feel better since he’s got an even bigger pout now.. “I’m an amazing driver.”
I raise an eyebrow, the brag unusual from the bear, but Mal nods. “He’s a good driver, little warrior. If you need to be driven somewhere, I’d only trust Orson or myself to drive you.”
“I’ve driven her a few times,” Atticus says, and I nod because he has.
“He’s a shit driver,” Mal says, rolling his eyes and turning to face us properly. “Atticus gets too impatient and tends to speed. That’s reckless behaviour and isn’t tolerated with you in the vehicle.”
“I’d never do that with Nora in the car.”
I believe him, since he hasn’t yet, but based on the snorts from both Mal and Orson, they don’t.
“Micah drives like a grandma,” Malachi continues. Micah rolls his eyes, but Mal spots the act. “You’re a fucking tiger, a car crash won’t kill you.” Micah mutters under his breath about Mal getting new lines, and I try to hide my smile because Malachi turns to me. “With him, you’re more likely to get pulled over for not moving fast enough. That’s dangerous in its own right.”
“I don’t want to take the risk of crashing,” Micah mutters, and I give him a reassuring look. Safe is good.
Slow is not.
“What about me?” Devoss demands, sitting at an awkward angle so he can be seen past Micah. “Why am I not on your list? I’ve never been given a ticket.”
“You are reckless, speed, and have crashed three cars,” Mal says. “And the lack of tickets is probably due to either a bribe or a threat.”
“Four,” Griffin corrects, and Voss rolls his eyes but winks at me. “I get why everyone else is banned from driving her, but why me?”
“I’m not banned!” Micah protests, scrunching up his nose. “I’m a safe driver.” He gets ignored.
“Fair enough, I’m sure the griffin is capable.”
“Capable?” Griffin mutters under his breath. I hold in my smirk.
“Can I drive myself?” I ask, raising a hand in the air. The unanimous no’s that sound from the group make me roll my eyes. “You all lose a point. I’m a good driver.”
“Minus fucking points?” Griffin demands, and I stick my tongue out at him. His eyes flare, a silent promise flashing across his face, and a heat fills my core.
I can’t wait.
