Art POV
"You are the worst company in the world. Tell me you can drive better than you can carry on a conversation?"
Nathan Lewis was holding onto his humanity by fangs and claws. I could smell the aggression coming off him in waves; I knew I was playing with fire trying to push him into a response, but I couldn't stop myself.
I'd always been some degree of masochistic.
"Lewis? Are you about to go all Wolf Man Jack on me? This is really not the time for a Lon Chaney special performance and you better not have an axe in your pocket."
"Now you're just being ridiculous. Who thinks they can fit an axe into a pocket?"
"The beast speaks! It's alive!"
I gave my best mad scientist laugh as Nathan accelerated to swap lanes on the interstate and pulled up to flank the rental car. He kept t
