CHAPTER TWELVE
“This is fun!” Luna yelled as she clung to the side of the school bus’s front seat, bracing for the impact as its modified snowplow shoved another cluster of cars out of the way. She reached out with her free hand, catching hold of Bobby’s collar so the sheepdog wouldn’t tumble back along the length of the aisle.
“Maybe for you,” their driver, a fat biker who incongruously wore a bandana featuring teddy bears, muttered.
“Ignore Trey,” Cub said, beside Luna. “The bus was a great idea. Even if I do say so myself.”
Luna turned to him. “Oh no, you are not claiming the bus was your idea.”
“I saw it,” Cub said.
“I saw it too,” Luna insisted, and then caught Cub’s grin. “You—”
What she might have said next was cut off by the next impact, which sent Bobby sliding down the mid
