GENRE: Paranormal Romance
The cab came to a screeching halt. Alys lurched forward in the backseat and dropped the phone she'd been fumbling with in the hope to get a reception. "Geez. I thought only London had a reputation for bad drivers."
"Ye'll have to get out now," the driver said.
"I'm sorry, what?" She glanced out the window, then back at the driver. This wasn't where she asked him to take her.
"I said, ye need to get out now, lassie."
She stuffed her cell phone back into her over-spilling handbag and glared at the man's hooded eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm paying you to take me all the way up there." She pointed up the winding country lane.
The driver shrugged. "I'm 'fraid I canâ't, Miss. 'Tis too dark now and I doona want to be here at this time of day."
Alys cringed at his Scottish accent. She didn't get half of what he said. "It's only seven."
He shrugged. "'Tis all dark."
"What's the deal? Do cab drivers turn into pumpkins once it's dusk? You should've told me at the airport."
The driver turned to stare out of the window. "Yeâ're paying me for driving, not answering questions."
Grabbing her handbag she opened the door. No point in arguing with him because it seemed like a lost cause already. A chilly wind ruffled her hair.