The Magic of Hecate novel Chapter 24

Ella's point of view

A day later,

"This fucking piece of shit is losing signal!" Max said frustratedly as he impatiently tapped the screen of the built-in satnav of the stolen car.

"Why does that surprise you? We are in the middle of now where Maxybaby," I replied. 

We'd been travelling for a day and he was beginning to get grouchy. Very grouchy.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Could you drive any slower?!" he asked me.

For the entire journey, we had been alternating drivers every few hours. It was currently my turn and, unlike him, I was driving cautiously on the icy road.

"I'd rather get home a day later than in a wooden box," I replied looking down the sheer steep drop of the mountain that was only separated from us by about half a metre. "I'm not taking any chances."

"There's cautious and then there's cautious. You're like an old woman on her way back from bingo," he grumbled.

"I have the Praesidium Deae Astra in my bag and I will not hesitate to use it on you," I snapped.

After that, he was quiet for a bit. Something told me he didn't doubt my threat. Not even for a second.

"At least we haven't run into the owner of this car yet," Max said after about an hour.

"That's probably because they aren't insane enough to come up here," I said looking at the ever steepening drop on the side of the ever-narrowing road.

"Do you want me to drive?" he offered.

"No fucking way. I have only been driving for three years but I trust my self behind this wheel more than you. No offence but you drive like a lunatic, Max," I replied.

"Rude," he muttered under his breath.

"Must you walk so fast, Maximus?" I asked at around 3 pm that afternoon. 

We'd hardly stopped for a break at all and I was exhausted and struggling to keep up.

"Do you see that cloud up there?" he questioned pointing to a charcoal grey mist forming on the next mountain. "That is a storm and we are going to get caught up in it if we don't pick up the pace."

"Well can you at least try to consider the length of your company's legs compared to yours?" I asked. "I can't keep up."

"Stop complaining."

"How much farther?"

"We'll be there before 5," he replied.

I sighed. Two more gruelling hours to go.