Page 100 of Shelter for Morgan

Listening in.

Her heart pounding double time as she realized what was going on.

The spike of fear when someone grabbed her wrist.

“Let… let go.”

“Oh god.”

“Don’t…”

“Please… let me go.”

Twisting free.

Running through the dark.

Sliding across the asphalt, her skin scratched, her breath sticking in her lungs.

“Please… don’t see me.”

“Morgan.”

“Please, leave… walk away…”

“Morgan?”

“Don’t… please-”

“Morgana! Look at me.”

Her eyes cleared. The darkness receding to the outer edges of her vision and there, before her, filling her world… was Palmer.

“Morgan? What’s going on?”

She swallowed once.

Twice.

And then she filled her lungs with air just to push it out again. “I remember.”

MUNDER

He wasn’t as familiar with the woods surrounding San Antonio as he had been years before, but he was a firm believer in getting back on the bicycle.

At least that’s what he thought until he woke up with a snake curled up against his side.

Either it wasn’t venomous, or it just didn’t want to bother with him and slithered away. By the time his heart started to beat with a normal tempo, he realized it had been a milk snake instead of a coral snake.

That was a relief.

Still, he didn’t want to be stuck out in the woods much longer.

His camp site was off in the brush, hidden away from most of the public areas of the woods.

He’d heard hikers in the vicinity, but so far, he hadn’t seen any faces.

He just needed some time to figure things out.

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