Riding the motorbike (well, the back of a motorbike) was exhilarating. I'd never felt anything like it. Adrenaline zipped around my body and my heart thumped in my throat. I wasn't sure, but it could have been that part of it was because I had my arms wrapped tightly around Jax's muscular stomach, and was pressed so tightly against his back, it felt like I was welded permanently to him. Many people who had Okans which could travel fast on four legs, like Isaac with his panther, said the speed and sensation of flying was incredible. Since I hadn't experienced it yet, I could only assume that this was what it felt like. I loved it.
We rode for about ten minuets, zipping through the streets, into a part of town I was less familiar with. He kicked the bike to a stop when we had just passed the boundaries of town, near the forests that ringed the edges of the town.
He leapt off of the bike with incredibly agile grace, and offered me his hand, bowing in a courteous fashion. I rolled my eyes, but took his hand as he pulled me to my feet. "Well? What did you think?" He asked, his eyes glinting with light.
I grinned at him. "Wow. I loved it! Not sure what my mother would say though..."
He laughed and pulled me forwards. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"To my house of course" He turned to smile at me, almost checking that I was comfortable following him. And in truth, I was, it seemed like I'd known him a lot longer than I had. I followed him in silence for a while, we wound up a gravely track, turning almost a complete circle, facing the town from where we'd come, when he finally said "Here." I looked up, and saw what I assumed at first was a sort of warehouse. It looked pretty run down, like it had gone out of business ten years ago, and no one had ever bothered to give the outside a new lick of paint. Large metal pipes curled round the side like snakes, and huge doors were stationed in the centre of the front.
"What is this place?" I asked with curiosity, turning to see Jax's face. He seemed at ease, although his body was tense.
"It's where I live." He replied solemnly, showing no emotion as to whether he liked it or not. I wasn't sure what to say, it wasn't exactly the most normal house in the world, and I didn't want to offend him. But before I had the chance to think up the right thing to say, he grinned at me and said, "Come on, I'll show you inside." He approached the front of the house (Warehouse?) And pushed open the huge wooden door.