Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King (Book 2) ✔️

|56|~A Midnight Ride ~

Hello, love bugs!

I'm back. To begin with, I want to apologize. Most of you are already aware that I started school last week and I'm not going to lie it's hard as fuck! Lol. Well, my classes aren't that hard so far and neither is my work. It's the time management that's kicking my ass. I mean it has beaten the crap out of me, between working FT, school, being a mom, and freelance writer. Geezer! I'm beaten.

So I decided to change the update schedule however I haven't figured out the days that are best for me to update. So, for now, I'm playing it by ear. I'll post the next expected update at the end of the chapter until I'm settled. I'm sorry again, or I apologize. I'm a Queen, I'm not a sorry person (In my Cyrus Voice) Lol. Enjoy.

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Embry's POV.

"Brake, Embry," shouts Cyrus, for the thousandth time.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry," I apologize over and over again for the thousandth time back while slamming my foot down onto the brakes.

"Don't say sorry. You're not a sorry person Embry! You're a phenomenal one," he responds to me once again.

This has been our brief exchange of dialogue for the last three hours. That is how long it has been since we started my very first driving lesson. For the first hour, I started out driving very slowly. So slow, that I'm 100% certain that even a turtle could go flying right past the vehicle that I'm operating.

Cyrus was laughing historically at me the entire time. He said that I drive like a one hundred and fifteenth-year-old human would be expected to drive and immediately I took offense because I am one hundred and fifteen years old, which happens to be a young adult in wolf years. He laughed harder when I told him that and all I could say was oh, my Goddess! I didn't see what was so funny.

Finally, becoming tired of my mate constantly cracking slow poke jokes, I decided to put some pedal to the metal, which resulted in several epic crashes. Poor us because I'm one hundred percent certain that our lives would have been long gone by now if we were human. Luckily for both of us, we are not! Now, what I should have said is a poor fancy car because it really has taken a far greater loss out of the three of us.

The once shiny, squeaky clean, blackjack, batmobile was most certainly in better shape before Cyrus had this grand idea of letting me get behind the wheel. It is a total loss.

So with that being said I think it is safe to say that my Driver's Aid 101 class didn't go so great but it wasn't all my fault. Cyrus was a horrible instructor, by the way, I just got to add that in. He was just sitting back and laughing at me the entire time. He just basically allowed me to figure it out on my own.

"I apologize for shouting at you. I just don't want you to crash again and accidentally hurt yourself. How about we take a break for a little while? You can pull over right there," he says, while pointing to the left side of the road.

That's great! You don't have to tell me twice. I turn the wheel with force, which results in the car swerving. Then, I slam my right foot down onto the brakes, creating a grinding noise right before a sudden vibration sensation begins to rumble underneath my foot. Yes! It's that bad, another epic fail!

"Tell me about it," says my wolf. "You even just gave me whop-flash, which is crazy because in this form I'm just a figure of your imagination,"

"Oh, my Goddess!" I mentally sigh. Can you believe that? She was supposed to be on my side. Whatever happened to moral support?

"So that was fun," suddenly says Cyrus. Fun? Did he just say fun? No, I have to disagree that was far from fun.

That was the driving lesson from hell, absolutely embarrassing. With that thought, I slowly turn around to face Cyrus. My eyes instantly enlarge as I come in contact with his appearance.