Chapter 3
“We’re gonna walk straight across the street, and you’re gonna climb into my car without so much as a word of protest.” She tugged at his arm. Archie tried to yank away, but he didn’t stand a chance against a nagi, not even a part nagi.
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“Stop it, you’re misting up the windows.” Edie was creeping down the street, the car hardly moving, the windshield wipers swishing back and forth fast enough to make Archie dizzy.
“What?”
“You’re hyperventilating. Stop. I can’t see when you’re fogging everything up.”
“I’m not the one doing it.” Archie held his breath, the ringing in his ears excruciating as an invisible hand forced its way down his throat to tug at his stomach. “Stop the car.” The words could hardly count as a whisper. “Stop the car!”
Edie slammed the breaks, making the car behind them honk. Archie threw open the door, stumbled out on the sidewalk, and across a mud puddle that once had been a flowerbed.
September shouldn’t be this cold.