Chapter 252: Part 7

Veda

Every muscle that rests against the vehicle's floor aches when I wake up. And I'm starving. The truck slows down, turns, and comes to a stop. The rumbling from the engine immediately shuts off. I scramble to grab my pack when the door rolls upward.

The unexpected voice startles me. "I know you're in there. Come on out and I'll feed you. There's an inspection station a few miles from here and you need to ride up front."

My eyes adjust to the light coming through the doors and I lower my arm. The man I'm staring at reminds me of Tyboll. Scruffy hair covers his face, though he's much older than Tyboll. Well, not older. Tyboll has lived for centuries and only looks like he's in his thirties. The man smiles and I relax a bit. He has a nice smile.

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "Don't be. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. I'll buy you a meal and give you a lift to the city."