“I know it’s real.”
“How? How do you know this?”
“Do you ever feel in your bones when the rain is coming? I feel this in my soul, Hutch. I know there’s something [out] there and my people deserve to know what their ancestors died to protect.”
Hutch swerved the scud off the road and they jolted to a stop. A’ris had to grab the bird to keep him from catapulting off her lap.
He leaned toward her, with one arm draped over the steering wheel. “I think your notion of this whole mess is far less romantic than that.”
“Do you. Enlighten me.”
“I think you’ve got daddy issues. And you want nothing more than to defy the King. For whatever reason, he wants to keep this a secret, so you want to expose it. Have you considered for even one second that though he seems like the bad guy here, he might actually be hiding this from you and all your people for a reason?”
Hutch watched her cheeks turn crimson. “He’s not that noble.”
“And you’re not that innocent.”
A’ris met his gaze and held it, allowing the angry undercurrents of energy swirl between them. She was the first to look away, and Hutch stared at her profile for a full minute before she spoke.
Her voice was demure and quiet, but Hutch still felt the sting of her words. “You’ve gone above and beyond what I hired you for. I’ll make sure you are paid when we reach the Wet Lands and then you can go on your way, back to whatever pained existence makes you happy.”
– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson, The Dry Lands (Hutch & A’ris)