Matthias was driving. He could
smell the strong odor of the Chinese food wafting from the back of the
car. His green eyes were dark with anger and he focused intently on the
road as he tried his best to ignore the hostile presence seated beside
him.
Forty-five minutes. Damn, it shouldn't
have taken that long. His jaw clenched as he remembered the scene at the
restaurant.
They had gotten there without incident
which was actually quite a pleasant change. Usually not a minute went by
that he and Nathaniel didn't have some kind of altercation. Both of them
have had to endure much punishment for their fighting. Matthias was actually
becoming quite used to it.
He resented Nathaniel. He'd been trying
for months now to convince him that he had nothing to be worried about
from Matthias. That boy just wouldn't listen. Nathaniel was the one that
kept getting them into trouble with Tyler, and he thought gloomily, tonight
would be no different.
Once they had gotten to the restaurant,
Matthias had put in Tyler's order and was about to order the same thing
for himself. Nathaniel had laid into him accusing him of ordering that
only to impress Tyler. Matthias had tried to calm him down and reassure
him that wasn't the case, but it had turned into a shouting match right
in front of everybody. Matthias finally changed his order in disgust and
refused to speak to Nathaniel any longer.
Now they were on their way home. He
could see from the corner of his eye the rigid form of Nathaniel fuming
in the seat next to him. Damned if he could figure the kid out. He didn't
ask to be made into a were-animal. All he had wanted was a fix. Tyler had
saved his life and brought him in to teach him the ropes in his new life.
It was he who added Matthias to the household, and Nathaniel was submissive
to Tyler's wishes. But as far as Matthias could figure, Nathaniel had it
in for him because HE had disrupted THEIR home, and HE would always be
the OUTSIDER. If Tyler ordered Nathaniel to play nice with Matthias he
would, but once out of Tyler's sight, those violet eyes burned with an
anger and something else...an emotion somewhat like fear or jealousy.
Matthias was getting pretty tired of
it. He punched the gas and shot home, trying to make up for some of the
lost time.
