Remnant Book 1

Chapter 4

**Had to watch all the Vikings series for this one character!! Create your own image of the character to . your liking, but I felt that Alex Høgh Andersen was perfect as Cyrus. 😍

What the hell was I doing? I'm crazy, seriously Mad Hatter insane!

My hands instinctively reach for the door to exit only to hear the sound of the locks settle in place. I look out the window to see his looming frame block the low light from the night sky. Slowly my eyes travel to his face, and for a moment the oxygen in the vehicle has been sucked out, and I can no longer inhale.

He stares directly into my eyes and a tidal wave of warmth relaxes my every nerve causing me to settle back into my seat in guilt of my cowardice. Cyrus nods in disapproval, and I feel like a chastised child while he places my luggage in the trunk. I chew on my lower lip anticipating the awkwardness is forthcoming. Imagining the excruciating hours traveling with a bitter person began to gnaw at me when he opens the door and sits in the driver's seat.

Please God, I think to myself. Please let there be plane tickets.

"What time is our flight?"

"We are driving," is his only response and on that note, the engine roars. He presses on the gas hurling the vehicle in reverse.

Great! Eight freakin' hours of suffering.

I give an exasperated sigh and decide that I need some questions answered before my erratic mind decides to conjure up images of my body dismembered on the side of the road.

"Since we are obviously going to be on the road for hours, I think it would be best if we tried to get to know each other a bit." I knew before I said it that he wouldn't be interested in conversation.

He gives no response other than his stoic stare and a short intake of breath. Good. At least I got some response. That didn't necessarily mean he was against my questioning.

"It appears you know just about everything about me," I continue. "But I know little to nothing of you. Considering that we will be traveling buddies, maybe you can give me your full name?" I ask a little uncertain if he will answer.

"DeMarco," he pauses briefly. "And if I recall, I was found lacking for not knowing your shoe size which means I don't know everything about you...at least not yet. However, based on my examination, I would venture to say that you are a size six," he turns to smirk at me.

Does that count as a smile? I couldn't believe it! Wow, I actually made progress.

"How do you know my grandmother?"

"I believe that is something that your grandmother should share with you if she chooses to do so," he states.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it is a decision that she should make. I am just the transporter."

"Well then transporter, who are you Mr. DeMarco? You are not from around here... I can tell by your demeanor, dress, even your accent." I examine him from my seat searching for answers in his expressions.

He glances at me briefly with a serious look then turns away.

"Those are questions irrelevant to what you really want to know Miss Cross. I sense that you have other pondering inquiries that have nothing to do with my home or lineage."

He is right.

I have many other questions that don't remotely involve who he is. He is different. He moves at incredible speed, and I can attest to that since I saw him more than once flash before my eyes. There are also the visions. Did he give them to me? He had looked just as surprised as I was when they had first appeared. In fact, ever since then his demeanor has slightly altered. His irritation is not as evident, and he seems more relaxed around me.