Page 197 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“All right. We’ll go slow, but we have to move. The temperature will continue to plummet and the snow is getting thicker.”

“Will we b-be okay?”

“Of course we will, baby.”

He’d make sure of that.

Sharp pains slashedher ankle and up her leg. She was trying to move normally to keep up with Corbin. However, the pain was overwhelming.

But they couldn’t stop. It was freezing cold, and if they stopped, they were dead.

Bebe wasn’t sure how much more she had in her, though. She tripped and slid over, her ankle giving way. A cry of agony escaped her before she could pull it back.

Corbin turned, rushing to her. “Bebe!”

“I’m all right.”

She wasn’t though. Every time she tried to move her ankle, she was in agony.

“I . . . I don’t think I c-can keep going.”

“Shit. It’s all right. I’m going to carry you.”

“What? No! You can’t do that!” She was holding him back. He’d be fine without her. “Go without me. Leave me.”

“The next chance I get, sore ankle or not, I am spanking your ass for even suggesting that,” he told her fiercely.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She should have known he wouldn’t do that.

“I don’t want you to die out here!”

“That’s another one. No one is dying.”

He stared around them. “There’s a hill over there. I’m going to climb it and see if I can see anything.”

How would he see anything? Visibility was terrible. The headlamp helped but it could only provide so much light. Unless . . . was he unsure if they were going the right way?

Oh God!

“Everything will be okay, darling girl. Let’s just get your ankle up high.” He carried her over to where there was a downed tree and set her foot up. “Stay here, darling. I’ll be right back.”

“Pretty sure I won’t be moving,” she told him.

He disappeared, leaving her alone in the dark. Oh God. What if he didn’t come back? What if she hadn’t killed Sebastian? What if he came back to life and found her?

All right, now you’re talking about zombies being real or some shit.

She tried to shift around to a more comfortable position, but her movements were sluggish and she was finding it hard to concentrate.

Suddenly, someone appeared front of her and she screamed.

“Hey, it’s me. You’re all right, baby.”

“S-sorry.”

“You didn’t fall asleep, did you?” Corbin asked in concern as he picked her up and stood her on her good foot.

“I . . . I don’t know.”

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