Bab 389: No Asswipes Allowed

GAHRYE

Between the car fumes and the movement of the vehicle, Gahrye was nauseous by the time they made it to the back entrance of the library and the familiar brick buildings and covered stairs up to the glass doors.

He didn't tell Kalle, though. His male pride prickled. He thought he'd done a better job of hiding it from her. He'd been in the car more than once every week since they arrived. Surely by now he should be accustomed to it? But he still shook every time he sank into the seat, and his stomach turned for the entire ride, no matter how long or short it might be. So, as usual, as soon as the car stopped in the parking space, he had his door open and was pushing out into the sunlight, inhaling deeply, then grimacing at the disgusting odor of this place.

It had eased somewhat since he'd arrived. But he was still waiting for the day when this world didn't make his nose hurt with its tangy stink.