Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Morwenna let out a sob, changed her position, and then she screamed, raising the knife as if to plunge it into Bolt.
Then, she turned and didn’t hold back as she slid the blade right into the man’s neck. This was about survival. She couldn’t care that she was killing a man. Twisting the blade, she didn’t let up, and with him now incapacitated, Bolt struck, taking the man’s gun.
Letting go of the knife, she got to her feet and looked at the door. Pulling out her cell phone, she shined the flashlight, and at one point, this was a feature on her phone she’d never dreamed of using. Now, it was a damn blessing. She looked around the door, and Bolt went to hit the door.
“Don’t,” she said. “If they hear, they’re going to stop the van. You can open these from the outside and the inside, you’ve just got to find the right lever.” They looked for the lever, or a way of getting out of the car, until Bolt pushed something and the door sprang open. The moment they realized they were out of the van, they had limited time.
The car was driving, not too fast, and she looked out at the road and realized they were heading close to where her ranch was. She took a deep breath, Bolt reached for her hand, and she pulled away.
“This is going to hurt,” Bolt said, holding out his hand for her.
Morwenna took his hand, and they held on tightly, then both together jumped, heading for the grass verge. The grass didn’t exactly help to break the fall. It still fucking hurt like hell, and she grunted in pain. It seriously fucking hurt as they spun on the ground, and Morwenna felt it was a miracle she didn’t break anything. From the state of Bolt’s arm, he wasn’t so lucky, as he grunted. Morwenna was no medic but she knew he’d dislocated.
“Can you keep moving?” she asked, crawling over to him and looking at the damage.
“Yeah, we’ve got no choice.”
He got to his feet, and she saw he was in pain, but he grabbed her hand, and together, they started to run. Turning off the flashlight, she quickly pressed Venom’s number, dialing him like her life depended on it, which it did. This was the single scariest experience of her life.
“Morwenna?” Venom asked.
“We’re on the move, we’ve just jumped from a moving van. I’m fine, but it looks like Bolt has dislocated his shoulder. This is not good. I’m going to try and get to our house,” Morwenna said.
Damn, that hurt, but now was not the time to dwell on a broken heart. She wanted to sob, but instead, she kept hold of Bolt’s hand and informed Venom what was going on.
Just as there was a pause, they heard the unmistakable sound of brakes in the distance as the van must have come to a stop. She and Bolt had been trying to pace themselves, but now, without looking back, they went to a full-out run.
“You’ve got to put that fucking phone away. It’s dark and they’ll see it glowing.”
Without another word to Venom, she hung up, turned her cell phone off, shoving it back into her pocket, and zipping up her jacket pocket. She panted for breath, as it had been a long freaking time since she’d run like this. Her heart raced, and she felt sick to her stomach. She didn’t know if she was going to make it.
In the distance, they heard them. Morwenna felt at times it was like they were right down upon them, but miraculously, she spotted the ranch up ahead, and she let go of Bolt’s hands. Even though the ground was frozen, she was sweating profusely.
“I’ve got to get my shoulder in. If they capture us now, we’re as good as dead, and I won’t be any use to you.”
Morwenna locked the door.
“Then do it.” She kept the lights down and made her way toward the kitchen, looking for anything that would help.
As quickly as she could, she filled a few pans with water and put them on the burner. She recalled her father trying to teach her the art of survival. He wanted his girl to be resilient.
With the waters on the five burners, she grabbed the knives, as Bolt proceeded to slam his shoulder into the wall, and as he did so, he collapsed against it, grunting. She winced, although it wasn’t the first time she had seen him do this. He’d dislocated his shoulder a few times, and he liked the idea of throwing himself at a wall to put it back in. So, as kids growing up, that is what she had to witness. Not all of them ended good. Sometimes he had to go to the hospital, and as they got older, it was like a skill he decided he no longer needed.