Page 47 of Fury

Hollyn’s body trembled with subsiding adrenaline. She couldn’t stop playing the last half hour over and over in her head. She was so stupid for driving to Bongani’s alone.

“Ma’am?” the officer asked again. His dark eyes pinned her.

“Right. The car. It was . . . black.” Hollyn pictured it in her mind. “An SUV. I don’t know about the make or model.” She rubbed her forehead. Images of the car getting closer in the rearview mirror sent chills down her spine. Panic started pricking her stomach. Then she recalled seeing circles on the grill. . . “Maybe an Audi?”

The officer jotted down some notes. “Any distinguishing characteristics? Dents or stickers?”

“It wasbehindme.” Hollyn’s brow furrowed, but she swallowed down her irritation. The guy was just doing his job. “No. I . . . don’t think so. I’m sorry, it all happened so fast.”

The officer nodded, the tan-colored beret on his head remaining securely in place. “That’s okay.” He tugged a business card from the chest pocket of his uniform. “If you think of anything else, even the smallest of details, this is my number.”

The small card was cold in her hand.

“The EMTs will take you to the hospital to get checked out and?—”

“No!” Her refusal was so instant, so intense, it surprised even her. She took it down a notch. Stepped back. “No, I’m fine. Thank you, but?—”

“I’ll take her.” Davis and Fury stepped up to them. The hand he placed on her back was so unnerving she almost came out of her skin. “Come on.”

Fury pressed into her leg like he was trying to herd her.

It was all too much. “No!” She jerked away from him. “I’m not going to the hospital.”

Suspicion darkened the officer’s eyes as he frowned at Davis. “Are yousureyou’re okay?” he asked Hollyn.

“Yes. I’m—everything is okay.”

With one last assessing look at Davis, the officer stepped away to join the others still working the scene. No doubt he’d be keeping a close eye on them from a distance.

“Hol—”

“I’mnotgoing, Davis. I’m fine.”

“It’s just to make sure?—”

“No.” Hollyn felt her resolve lock into place. She narrowed her eyes. “You will literally have to drag me kicking and screaming.”

He scowled. “What’s the deal with you and hospitals?”

She couldn’t completely blame him. He didn’t know her why. She’d kept that vulnerable piece of her past tucked away all these years.

“You were just in a car accident.” Davis gripped her elbow through the blanket. His gaze was urgent. “Could be bleeding internally or any number of other things you can’t feel yet because adrenaline is masking it.”

Hollyn didn’t back down on this. “No hospitals.”

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Why?” he demanded.

“Because it’s the last building I was in with my birth parents!” Hollyn spat. Her heart raced for an entirely different reason now. She was shocked the words had actually come out of her mouth this time.

Well, she was in this now. He wanted the truth? Fine.

“My parents had a lot of issues, but they always made me breakfast before I went off to school. One morning, I woke up and the house was just . . . still. I could feel something wasn’t right. I raced out to the living room, and that’s when I”—her chin quivered as the images beat her—“found them.” She shook her head. Swallowed a lump in her throat. Didn’t dare look up at Davis, or she’d lose her nerve.

Fury tilted his head as he watched her, amber eyes warm and almost caring.

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