GENRE: YA Contemporary Fantasy
I have no idea where in the hell I’m going. It’s cold and I’m lost. Not to mention marginally freaked out, and a whole lot ticked off.
This is the worse place yet. A shipyard. Rogers said to meet him here at a quarter to ten tonight. It’s five minutes after ten now and there’s still no sign of him. He does this all the time. Keeps me waiting. And I’m not allowed to say anything about it. The one time I arrived ten minutes late, he went off the deep end. I swear flames flared up in his eyes.
Our “little arrangement” was the only thing that saved my hide.
I’ve seen him mad at other people. Livid, even. And Rogers livid is basically a death sentence. Because Rogers’ version of anger isn’t the same as yours or mine. Rogers is animalistic. Reactive. Believes in the “order of things,” and when someone disrupts that order, he finds a way to right it again. Which usually means the other person’s head on a platter. So, now, I’m always on time.
I know he’s here, lingering in the shadows. He tests people, makes sure they’re keeping their word. And it’s this fact, the fact that I know he’s here, just watching, that irritates the hell out of me. My face feels hot even though it can’t be more than twenty degrees out. I keep trudging forward. If I keep moving, maybe I won’t freeze to death.