Chapter 46

Chapter 46



I had to pull up the Page Class sheet to confirm I did.









That was vague. And slightly concerning.

Having secured Talia as a summon, I left the safety of the dungeons cleared floors. I had no doubt Id return here, but the Lithid sure as hell didnt sound like an encounter I wanted to rush, not until everything else was handled. For the first time in a while, I found myself without a ride. Mom was dealing with something critical on the site, and calling Nick would open myself up to questions I didnt want to answer.

Maybe it was, perhaps, an oversight to not realize the merchant's ever-growing inventory would eventually expand to cover transportation. From the initial reports, the dome covered Dallas proper and the surrounding area, over four-hundred square miles.

It was still jarring. On the top of one page was a morning star and a silver hammer that looked like it was forged in the depths of pre-balrog Moria, and on the top of another was a candy-apple red, Tesla Model S. It wasnt called that, of course, nor was any of the T branding present, but judging from the curvature and general form factor it was impossible to mistake as anything else. It was priced at a steep S200,000.

Notably, it was only a hundred-thousand with my discount. Not that I would ever, seriously consider such a thing. For longer than a few seconds at least.

Along with the Not-Tesla, there was a litany of Not-Hummers, Not-Hondas, and Not-Mazdas. The Not-Hondas in particular were fantastically priced, with some cheaper options costing less than the eldritch armor.

Those were considerably more tempting.

There was a certain amount of novelty to the idea of even being able to afford a car. Even when I was seriously considering one before all this, when my biggest problem was having a way to get home from college in case my siblings needed me, my wildest fantasies involved a small down payment, low interest rate, and a reasonable monthly bill. The idea of being able to purchase a car outright was completely foreign to me. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Still, I wasnt an idiot. Stupid, visible spending was the most overdone and clich way to get people to wonder where exactly you were getting the capital and start connecting dots they wouldnt otherwise. So, no. However tempting it might have been, I wasnt going to buy a car until I had some affiliation or legitimate job to explain where the funds were coming from.

I have a few ideas. All theoretical. Its been too chaotic to put anything into action, though. At least as a civilian. Too many variables Im out of the loop on.

Nick nodded, seeming to buy it. Careful, as always. But youre a civilian no more.

I wrinkled my nose. Im not sure being a Page is much different. If youre some sort of knight class, doesnt that basically make me your errand-boy by definition?

He planted an accusatory finger in my chest. One, I know what it sounds like when youre fishing. Well talk about classes and whatnot after the girls get here. And two, no. Maybe if youre going by the medieval, grown-men-squatting-on-pots interpretation, but me having a potentially better class doesnt mean Im going to treat you any different. His face grew cloudy. Not to mention thatd be stupid as hell. Youre the last person Id want plotting against me.

He held out a fist and I bumped it. I caught the vaguest hint of a lilac cologne. Fair enough. Whats the plan for today?

Pizza in the kitchen. Then planning, then team-building with the group. Not necessarily in that order. Figured wed play it by ear. He indicated for me to follow him, and I did.

Where the hell did you get a pizza from? I asked, puzzled. From recent memory, there wasnt any pizza in Kinsleys stock. Nick couldnt cook and, from what hed said at the caf, he was house sitting.

Figured, given the situation, it was time to get a little better at practical bachelor skills. Made it from raw ingredients. He rubbed the back of his neck. Took a few tries.

Bullshit. He jokes constantly that he couldnt boil water if someone put a gun to his head, and its probably true. buzzed. Even without the title, it would have been obvious that Nick was lying. I was more confused than alarmed. Nothing else hed saidup to and including not wanting me as an enemyread as even remotely deceitful.

Some people uncomfortable with deceit sometimes lead with small, unnecessary lies. Its not pointless or pathological, rather, for them, its a necessary primer to grease the wheels for whatever theyre actually endeavoring to hide. The question was, what exactly was he hiding and why?

My title was still on cool-down for another hour, so no using to cheat. Id have to do this the old-fashioned way.

I asked the obvious question. Just us for now?

Nick nodded, a little too quickly. Yep.

The dark red door opened into a multi-story atrium. Nick left the door open behind him and kicked off his shoes at the entrance. I looked down, pretending to follow suit while I studied the entryway. Next to Nicks boat shoes were two marks of dirt on the planked floorboards. I breathed in slightly through my nose and caught a note of wood cleaner.

Womens size 7 and 9 respectively. Shoes hidden, floor cleaned in a hurry. Jinny and Sae are already here, but he doesnt want me to know that for some reason. The question is why? None of them seemed hostile at the meeting and despite carrying all appearances to the contrary, this doesnt feel like a trap. But if it was a trap, where would I be hiding?

Subconsciously, my vision was drawn to the overhang. I stepped beneath it. And immediately jumped back as a figure came plummeting down.