Lost Brothers

A wet towel was pressed to my head as another groan left my lips. My stomach continued to spasm at the thought of the impossible speed and life-threatening turns. Anyone who found that fun had to be out of their mind. I will never again accept a lift on that monster. Once is more than enough and I’ll rather train with Nash for a month than go on that again.

“I apologise Titus. I might have gotten carried away back there.”

“You… don’t… say…”

That only incurred another chuckle as Rush sat down beside me. About ten minutes or so when my stomach didn’t threaten to climb out of my mouth, I removed the towel and sat up.

“Never again,” I said. Rush shot me an apologetic look and nodded.

“Now that you’re not screaming for dear life, where would you like to start?”

Looking around I noticed how only the two of us were present. “Where are the rest?”