Page 19 of Hunted, Season Three

I take a second to search my brain for that information only to come up empty.

Completely.

Empty.

Is that…is that normal?

Does being electrocuted erase your memory?

Holy shit.

Did he fry my AOS?!

“I…I…I…” my head slowly shakes in bewilderment, “can’t…remember…anything…else…” Disappointment speeds around my system over and over and over again until my mind is left spinning more than it originally was.“I mean I want to…” the scrunching of my face unconsciously occurs, “obviously, I fucking want to, but…there’s…nothing…” I force the new knot of tears in my throat down to my stomach, “there.Just…seeing…you…like that…and then…waking up…to you…over me.”

Nolan uses his left hand to warmly stroke the side of my throat.“It’s okay, Kid.”

“It doesn’t feel okay.”

“It will when we bash McAdams’ brains in.”He flashes me a villainous grin and resumes reaching into the container.“Now, what do you wanna do thatwith?Wrench?Hammer?Bolt cutters?Extension bar?”

“Bolt cutters.”I sniffle away the unwanted emotions prior to declaring much firmer, “Definitely bolt cutters.”

The bright red tool is swiftly offered to me.“Solid choice.”

As he shifts them from his grip to mine, I inquire, “You?”

“Crowbar.”

“Classic.”

My boyfriend briefly displays the object in front of my face.“Rusty.”

“Literal insult to injury.”

An arrogant wink is the only response he delivers.

Moving away from his truck towards where my car is still parked reveals to us relieving information.

There are no additional vehicles or people.

No signs other ones have come or gone.

Even the temperature feels around the same frostbite to the balls cold it did when we were disco dancing an hour ago.

Hoursago.

Fuck…how much time has passed?

How much of a head start does this asshole really have?

“Glass,” calls out my best friend, halting me with a hard hand to my chest while using the crowbar wielding one to gesture to something else.“Blood.” Disregarding the shattered pieces of Miss X’s window is easy due to the red spots we veer away to follow.“Trail looks steady.”

Laudahavemercy.

Please don’t let that be Bunny’s.

Please don’t let our girl be bleeding to death.

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