Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Sounds good,” Cash punted back.
He ended the call without further discussion.
No surprise, considering the guy was typically short on conversation.
Sovereign Sanctum’s hacker and the recluse of our crew.
Good to the bone but so fucked up by his past he didn’t know how to see beyond it.
I scoffed at myself as I held tight to the steering wheel. Guess that’s why I understood Cash so well. Got him on a brutal, abhorrent level.
Guilt fisted my stomach, and old rage clamored around inside me. I didn’t try to quell it. I simply held it tight as a reminder of who I was and what I’d done and the bare purpose that remained. Let it feed the thirst for vengeance.
Vengeance I wouldn’t stop seeking until it was obtained.
I rounded another sharp curve.
The squall of snow came sideways across the road, the gusts of wind howling through the trees as the storm pounded its fury out on the earth.
I was barely able to see a hundred feet in front of me, which was why I was squinting extra hard as I tried to make out the faint glow of red up ahead.
Taillights.
Another vehicle was traveling through the hazardous blitz.
Didn’t know why that bothered me so much, but worry suddenly blistered up beneath the surface of my skin.
Maybe it was instinct.
A sixth sense when things were about to go to shit.
Because the car started to take a curve that eased a bit to the left—one I knew like the back of my hand considering I normally flew along this road on my bike.
Only the lights suddenly whipped harshly to the right then gave into a full spin. A flash of color and a shockwave of disorder that I could feel diffuse across the space.
“Shit.” It left me on a ragged breath.
Sweat instantly slicking my palms, I gripped tight to the steering wheel as I sped toward the car, heart fuckin’ pummeling my chest in a riot of dread.
Took me all of three seconds to travel the distance, and I came skidding to a stop off the side of the road, angling a fraction behind it so the car would be protected if someone came blazing around the bend, unprepared and unaware of an accident.
It was a small gray sedan that had taken a nosedive into a ditch.
I didn’t take the time to drag on my jacket. I tossed my truck into park, flipped on the hazards, and jumped out.
The pelting snow felt like tiny, fiery darts that impaled the bare flesh on my arms.
I ducked down against the frigid ferocity of the wind, blood sloshing in my veins as I ran up to the car, terrified of what I might find.
Never could stomach it when something happened to an innocent.
I ran up to the driver’s side door and jerked the handle.
Locked.
Alarm twisted through my insides, and I smacked my palm against the window. “Hey, are you okay in there? Can you hear me? Is anyone hurt?”
I could feel the energy radiating from the cab.
Disoriented fear.
Like whoever was inside might be in shock and unable to process what was happening.
Didn’t relish the idea of breaking the glass, but I’d do it with my bare hands if I needed to.
“Open the door. I’m here to help you,” I shouted, barely feeling the frigid cold that howled through the forest.
A fire lit through my being.
Fuck, please be okay.
I breathed out the smallest gush of air when the door finally clicked open, and the light inside the cab flicked on to reveal a woman in the driver’s seat. An older woman was in the passenger seat, but what sliced through me like a blade were the cries erupting from a small child in the back.
The airbags had deployed, and it looked like the windshield was busted to shit.
A scourge of distress poured out, and I bent at the knees so I could better assess the situation.
“Is anyone hurt?” The words scraped up my throat.
The driver finally shifted her face in my direction, giving me a look at her for the first time.
In an instant, I was nailed to the spot.
Held by these fucking giant blue eyes that stared back at me in shock.
The same color as the arctic lake that The Sanctuary was built up against.
Just as fuckin’ deep.
The kind if you even dipped your toes into it, you’d slip right in and drown.
But it was the stream of blood coming from a gash on her temple and running down her cheek that sent worry screaming through my body. Slammed with a rush of protectiveness so severe that I didn’t know what hit me.
I ground my teeth against it. Only I was fucked up enough to be thinking about how gorgeous this woman was when she was in the middle of a calamity. Wanting to sink my fingers into her flesh all while I wanted to make sure she was whole and complete.