I’m shutting down, inch by inch.
Must get her out.
"Run," I mumble, coughing. "Ru-nnnn."
The weapon slips from my hand, falling into the floorboard. Thumping against the carpet.
CHAPTER 12
Oh my god. Oh god. No. Ryker.
They hit us on purpose.
Where is Ryker’s phone? I can’t remember where mine is.
“Help! Help! We need help.” I scream.
My fingers are numb. Not moving correctly. Even the muscles in my neck are weak.
Slumping forward, I blink the smoke out of my eyes.
Think, Jade! Stay awake.
But the light fades. My body becoming useless. The crash scene turning into a distorted dream.
I’m jolted back by a loud smash against my window.
Stunned, paralyzed, I watch as the window is knocked out, safety glass warping. The flimsy barrier being pulled back. An arm reaches inside to unlock the door.
I try to lean away, but he fists my hair, yanking my head back making a silent scream form in my open mouth.
A man leans in, gas mask protecting him from the poisonous smoke.
“There you are,” he mumbles through the shield. Dark colorless eyes quickly inspect me. “You’re worth a lot of money.”
His muffled voice grips me with terror causing saliva to pool in my mouth and a wild pitch in my stomach. Sick awareness rolls through my limp body.Ryker’s going to die because of me.
He shakes me once, chuckling as I slump to the side. “Time to collect my paycheck.”
My heart breaks open, whimpers leaving me with every breath. I need to fight. I need to call for help.
Ryker’s collapsed body is folded forward, blood running down his face.
I can’t even move to help him.
They crashed into his side on purpose.This is because of me.They want me.
“Out you go,” the monster growls, and I’m flying backwards out the passenger door that I didn’t even realize he opened.
It’s nothing to his massive bulk. His hands bite under my arms as my legs drag limply through broken glass and gravel before bumping across the edge of the asphalt.
Ryker.I try to yell for him. But broken sounds come out, my lungs laboring to produce wind.
“Clock’s ticking, we need to go, help me load her up.” The gas-mask guy grunts as he drags me across the double yellow line.
Red lights from the rear of our SUV blur, growing more distant. Shadowy figures moving around the wreckage.
These aren’t police. Definitely not medics.
