Page 2 of Meet Me In The Dark

She could barely hear herself over the rushing water, which was now up to her knees. They didn’t have long. Soon they would flip, wouldn’t be able to breathe or escape. Kara had an easy way out—she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, after all, and the window was open. All she had to do was swim out the window and to shore.

She didn’t even consider that option. She wasn’t leaving them behind. She couldn’t leave them there, trapped in the car.

She refused to lose them.

Not now.

Not like this.

Not ever.

The water level rose to her stomach, making her sundress cling to her skin, tight and claustrophobic. Panic tried to take her in a chokehold but she fought it down. The normal breathing tricks weren’t going to work when she was drowning and she didn’t have time, anyway. She could have a breakdown once they were all safe. She only had to figure out how to get them out of the car.

Think, Kara.

In the videos she’d watched, they’d said to open the windows immediately—already open, thank god—and then swim out of the windows before the car flipped.

The only problem with that was that her men were unconscious.

No matter. She wasn’t leaving them.

She reached for Micah’s seatbelt, her hands fumbling with the release.

With a groan, he sat up.

“Oh, thank god.”

He was awake.Alive.

He looked at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes telling a story she didn’t want to read.

“No,” she said.

“Baby,” he said, as blood dripped down his forehead. “Have you seen these shoulders? There’s no way I’m fitting through. None of us are.”

“No!”

“Kara,” Conor said startling her. He was conscious, thank fucking god, but the look in his eyes when he turned to look at her, brushing the water off his face, made her want to scream.

“Is Luke…” she trailed off.

Conor moved his hand to Luke’s throat, checking his pulse.

“Breathing,” he said shortly. “But the only one of us who will fit through these windows is you.”

The water was up to her chest by now. She shivered from the cold, the wet, the fear. They didn’t have much time left.

“I’m not leaving you.” Her throat stung with tears. “I only survive if you all do. So I suggest you help me get us the fuck out of this car.”

Neither Conor nor Micah responded.

“Help me get us the fuck out of this car!” She shrieked the words so hard this time, she was surprised the sound didn’t break a window on its own.

Finally, Conor nodded, pressing the button to roll down the windows further.

“Boss, what the hell are you doing?” Micah asked.

“Saving us all.”

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