Page 148 of Mayhem and Minnie

Cute. She’s so damn cute.

“Now it’s my turn,” I find myself saying.

She raises her brows in question.

“That soulmate of yours. Are you still waiting for him?”

I brace myself for her answer.

“Nope,” she replies, surprising me. “I’ve decided you will do.”

My lips curve into a satisfied smile.

But I don’t get to enjoy this victory as a dark shadow appears in front of my car, obstructing my view of the road. I pull on the steering wheel in an attempt to find some visibility, but it only makes it worse.

Minnie grabs my arm, her expression one of pure terror.

A loud bang erupts in the air and the car starts spinning uncontrollably.

I reach for her, pulling her in my arms to protect her. At the rate we’re spinning, we’re likely going to roll over. She’s so fucking small and frail, the impact will undoubtedly injure her badly.

And I’m powerless to stop it.

I can only watch it happen in slow motion as I hold her tightly to my chest.

Her breathing intensifies.

“It’s okay. It will be okay,” I whisper in her hair, praying to all fucking known and unknown deities that my words will not become lies.

Her arms are tightly wrapped around my midriff, her head on my chest as she holds me just as tightly. We’re jolted around a couple of times, but nothing too bad.

The trunk of the car collides with what I can only hope is a tree. The impact releases the airbags into our faces and stops the car from moving farther.

“Minnie? Are you all right?” I ask as I gently caress her face.

She nods slowly.

A howl resounds from outside, and we both turn to look in front of the car.

The dark shadows start to recede, but from their depths, a gray, ghost-like figure appears. Behind it, more of its kind follow until there’s nothing else in the horizon but these ghost-like figures.

What the fuck…

“They have arrived,” Minnie whispers in a low, ominous voice.

20

The beeping sound of the machine is the first sound I hear when I wake up.

There’s a flurry of movement around me, and as I move my hand, I feel resistance. There’s something holding it in place.

“Mr. Spencer-Astor, you’ll hurt yourself.” A stern voice reprimands me, taking my hand and placing it by my side. “I’ll get the doctor to come look at you.”

I blink once. Twice.

White and blue swirl before my eyes, slowly taking the shape of people in scrubs.

Hospital.

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