"Eyes on the road!" I said, pulling away from him
He snorted. "Please" was all he said before looking back to the road.
"What do you mean 'please'?!" I said angrily. I really hated this guy and how slightly turned on I was when he looked at me like that.
"I'm a werewolf. I could drive full speed with my eyes closed and still wouldn't crash," he boasted, saying it like it was so basic and normal it was taught in elementary school.
I snorted back. "There is no way." He rolled his eyes and said nothing.
It took me a while, in my defense, but I finally caved in and said, "How?"
"Hearing," he said, maintaining his serious expression. God, I hate him. Why is he like this? Is he doing this to annoy me, or does he really think that was enough information? I stared at him for long enough that he added, "I can hear everything. The sound the wheels make, the way the air surrounds us, any car in front or behind me. I can hear it all." He sounded annoyed he had to explain himself.
My hearing was normal, and my sense of smell was only slightly heightened. Maybe that was the difference between being a werewolf and a halfling.
"Cool" was all I said, thinking he would be annoyed if I fought fire with fire.
He didn't care though. He just stayed silent. I stared at him for a while, wondering why he offered to take me if he hated me so much.
"What?"
Forget it. I want to know. "If I knew you were going to be such an asshole, I would have never agreed to go with you."
"Why would you expect anything different?"
Oh God, I could actually strangle him. "Why did you even offer yourself then?"
"I needed to go to Vancouver to check on someone. I'm doing you a favor. You should thank me," he said with a half smile.
"Thank you?!" I snapped. "You haven't even apologized to me about—"
"Why would I apologize? I meant every word," he started. "Besides, are you a two-year-old? Why do you need someone to apologize to you? That's useless."
I honestly didn't know what to say to that. I was dumbfounded. Honestly, how does such a rude person even function?
"God, were you raised by wolves?" I realized what I said as soon as it came out of my mouth.
Harlan's answering smile had me wishing I could sink off this seat and into the ground.
When we arrived at the private section of the airport, there was a huge jet waiting for us.
Harlan said nothing as he simply opened his door and got out, opening the trunk to get his bag. I got out as well and started walking toward the—I can't believe this—red carpet they had laid on the ground.
There was a man waiting by the stairs that led to the inside of the jet. Harlan gave him a short nod, and the man handed him a phone.
"Here," he said as he gave that phone to me.
"What is this?" I asked.
"A phone," he said, always answering the most obvious question.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm aware." I took a deep breath to remind myself who I was talking to. "Why are you giving this to me?"
"I won't be with you all the time. I have things to do," he started. "So if something happens, text. Don't call," he warned, then turned around and boarded the jet without sparing me a second glance.
This was going to be a long trip.