They would soon find out.
He dropped the ship slowly, aiming for the center of the gradually sloping hill. The boy was like a crazy bird locked in a cage. The girl shook her hair, her teeth shining whitely while she laughed, but Caine could feel her eyes watching him, watching him.
Caine knew then, in that split second before the wheels of the ship touched the purple hill, that it hadn't been the boy's demand that had forced him down, but the girl, watching him through the mirror, taunting him, daring him, that had made him do this.
He looked up at her and the look she returned made a shiver dance along his spine.
The wheels touched ground.
The boy clawed at the door. "Lookee, lookee, lookee!" he yelled.
Caine's hand snapped out and struck the boy's fingers away from the lock of the door.
"Hey!" said the boy, spinning. "Watch out, Driver. Watch out with that. You don't want to make me mad now, friend. Do you, friend? Do you?"
Caine looked at the narrow glittering eyes of the boy. "No," he said quietly. "I don't want to make you mad."
"That's fine," the boy said, nodding. "That's fine."