15. You Can't Get Tickets Without A License

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Selene was not having a fun day.

Not at all.

Her mind kept replaying scenes at the motel room. She had told Raziel too much. Nothing he could use against her but enough so that he could put together a semi-accurate picture of her. Unluckily for her, any sort of accurate pictures of her painted the cracks in her facade.

She was not so arrogant that she thought she had none. She held plenty and she hid them well. Yesterday made her realise she had not hid them as much as placed a sheet over them and called it a day.

No one had really had a conversation with her. Not for many, many years. She didn't like this feeling, this desperation to talk and make someone understand who she was. She hadn't realised there was this flaw in her.

It made her... Sad.

She couldn't help but think it was all so pointless. Her life. Hunting.

She snickered inwardly thinking of how some humans favoured rehabilitation programs for their convicts. Trying to fix them with kindness. If the Redeemers ever found out how affected she was by someone showing interest in her, she was done for.

Worse still, Raziel lounged in his seat, sunglasses on with not a care in the world. She had kissed him! A siren's kiss was deadly God damn it! It made the recipient fall in love with them and Raziel was barely surprised.

It was illegal for Redeemers to kiss anyone who wasn't their mate. He should have been angry at that, at the least. Instead he was cruising on the highway as if they were two comfortable friends taking a drive.

She had to ask him to stop at the next gas station, for sanity's sake. She was sure she would choke him at any moment, screaming "Why aren't you in love with me yet?"

And now Selene glared at herself in the mirror of the gas station bathroom, her fingers trembling with the itch for a cigarette.

She told herself, she could do this. All she had to do was try harder to make him like her. If she didn't talk about how she was evil, he would come to like him. All that stopped him was his sense of morals.

She had circumvented that before. She could do it again. There wasn't a person in the world, Selene set her eyes on and didn't get. They all fell in the end.

Selene took a deep breath, glancing at herself in the mirror above the cracked sink. The drain was covered in something dark that Selene didn't want to think about. The fluorescent lights in the bathroom did nothing for her complexion, making her look pale and sallow, her light eyes like two dimmed beacons. Unearthly and sick. Her dark hair looked immense, piling around her small body. She felt fragile.

She wanted to go home.

Selene exhaled sharply before kicking down the door, determined to double down her efforts. She stalked over to the car, slowing when she found Raziel leaning against the car, his face pinched.

"What's wrong?" She asked, forcing her voice to stay casual.

"Nothing." Raz said sharply. "I've decided to change our route a little."

Selene raised her eyebrows as she walked to the passenger seat. "Okay."

"Wait."

Raz walked to her, taking her hands in his. He pressed something cold and hard into her palms. She couldn't stop staring at his eyes. They weren't blackholes at all, in the sunlight, they were warm brown, the taste of wood burning.

"You drive."

Selene blinked, "What?"

"You drive." He moved past her to open the door. "I'm going to need some time planning our new route."

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