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CHAPTER 57: MOTHER TRUCKER

❝ being kind does not make you weak, nik

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❝ being kind does not make you weak, nik. ❞

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"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Enola learned a long time ago to take what is given and be grateful for it. She learned that love is not a game and to cherish it. She learned how to appreciate the smaller things in life. Because people like her have gone through wars that have left them broken beyond recognition. They understand how fragile life is. They understand how they must make the most out of it. And most of all, they understand how important it is to always be kind.

Klaus wore a look of disgust when Enola exited the gas station with a hat that read: MOTHER TRUCKER. He could not understand how she could be so laid back at a time like this. She was making a joke out of the whole thing. Acting as if this was a mini vacation rather than life or death. They had just stopped for some gas and snacks. They didn't have time for any further shenanigans. He had always been more serious than her in these types of situations. He wished she could understand that

"You need to blend in," Enola reasoned. "You could start by losing the one thousand dollar jacket."

"Tell me again why we are on a scenic tour of methamphetamine country and not compelling a jet to some far off—preferably tropical—destination." Klaus sighed impatiently.

"Look—I am not the one with an army of pissed off vampires coming after me." Enola scoffed. "Can I have the keys?"

"Where are we going?" Klaus questioned stubbornly.

"There is this guy I know—a friend." Enola answered vaguely. "He owes me a favor."

"Friends don't normally owe you favors," Klaus pointed out.

"How would you know?" Enola hummed. "It isn't like you have any friends."

Enola held out a hand for the keys, earning a soft sigh from Klaus. He reluctantly set the keys in her palm, but made no move to release them as he searched her eyes for the answers he was looking for. Answers he wasn't quite sure he wanted. She had always been quite good at surprising him.

"On a scale of one to ten, exactly how much am I going to despise this little plan of yours?" Klaus inquired.

"I would say a solid eighty five," Enola teased, setting the MOTHER TRUCKER hat on top of Klaus' head.

"Oh good," Klaus spoke sarcastically.

"Do you trust me?" Enola questioned.

"Of course I trust you," Klaus scoffed. "I would just rather be spending our time sipping piña coladas in the Bahamas."

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