Page 72 of His Sinner

He slams on the gas, gravel spitting as he follows the path from the private cemetery to my driveway.

Headlights beam onto my face when I leap into his path.

The engine roars, tires squealing as Trevor speeds right toward me. He’s not swerving.

A scream rips from Briar that could shatter glass. “Saint!”

Heart stopped in my chest, I freeze in the headlights. Briar will never forgive me if I don’t do everything I can to stop him. To save her best friend.

Before the truck rushing toward me can make contact, something barrels into my side.

Shoving me out of the truck’s path.

We roll to the soft, wet ground together just as Trevor’s truck charges past.

I heave in a breath, heart restarting as I stare up at the rain pouring from the night sky. Until her face appears, blue eyes sparking with terror. Her mahogany hair is soaked, strands sticking to her face.

She saved me. She nearly got herself killed. For me.

“Are you okay?” she shouts, helping me rise to unsteady feet.

I want to wrap her in my arms, drop to my knees in gratitude, but we don’t have time for that.

At the retreating red taillights, my jaw clenches, on the verge of snapping. He got away. He fucking got away. Before I could make him pay for what he did to us. To my muse.

He nearly killed her.

He took Mack.

But he won’t be able to hide from me forever.

“Come on!” Briar screams. “We need to go after him!”

We limp for our cars in the driveway when a loud pop echoes. The truck veers hard to the left, crashing into the woodline bordering the mile-long driveway.

The back door of Trevor’s truck swings open.

Mack jumps out, aiming a gun at the truck with violently shaking hands as she backs away.

She came to. She realized what was happening, who had her, and took a leap of faith.

“Mack!” Her best friend’s name rips from Briar’s throat.

But at the front of the truck, the driver’s side door swings open.

Trevor stumbles out, bleeding from the head.

CHAPTER THIRTY

BRIAR

The rain and darkness threaten to obscure my vision, but nothing can hide the blood oozing from Trevor’s head.

He reaches up, fingers coming back bloody. Still processing that Mack shot at him. The bullet must’ve grazed his scalp.

Too bad it didn’t go through his skull. That would’ve put an end to all of this.

Now he’s a zombie stumbling toward us.