Page 45 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune
I struggled to get my gun raised.
“Stop moving the fucking car!” I snapped.
“I do that and we die!” he shot right back. Anything else he tried to say was lost in a horrific screech that threatened to blow out my eardrums.
Those fangs lengthened as that ugly skeleton of a face drew near.
“Fuck it,” I grit out tensely. I shoved the barrel of my gun to its forehead and hoped to hell I didn’t shoot Sam as the car flung around violently.
I fired.
Once.
Twice.
Three times because why not?
This was a do or fucking die situation.
Its body seized, and I shook my arm free as it began to dissolve.
“Another one bites the dust,” Sam said without an ounce of humor in his voice. I barked out a laugh. For the life of me, I couldn’t help it. I was hopped up on adrenaline and fear—both his and mine. Somehow, the dry humor was funny. He cracked a smile, chuckling slightly.
“Make a right,” Riley ordered, breaking the weird tension.
“On it,” he replied tightly. “How many bullets do you have left?”
“Not enough,” I muttered.Especially considering I’d overdone it and wasted two bullets on the last one.
“Keep your eyes peeled,” he told me. Under his breath, he added, “Fuck, we need magic windows.”
I opened my mouth to ask but shut it right away. I didn’t want to know if magic windows were possible. Sure, I’d spent years with my soul trapped in a greenhouse, but all of this was over my head. I was uncomfortable.
“Do you see anything?” he asked as minutes ticked by and nothing. The lack of everything vampire-related was almost more terrifying than actually dealing with one. I liked knowing what to expect. This set me on edge.
“Nothing,” I said.
“I don’t like it,” he responded. “Andrea? Nash?”
“They vanished after you killed the one,” she told us. “I wouldn’t do a victory lap yet.”
“I have nothing,” Riley interjected. That didn’t bode well. How the hell did vampires just disappear? Granted, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to that, considering everything else we were dealing with. “Just get out of there while you can.”
“It feels too easy,” Sam murmured. On that, I wholeheartedly agreed with him.
CHAPTER 31
More than an hour outside of town sat an old garage. It looked abandoned and worn down—not an ideal place to stop. It was too open. Too exposed. It set my already raw nerves further on edge.
“What are we doing here?” I asked as Sam rolled the car to a stop in front of one of the garage doors. It opened almost instantly, and he eased the car forward into the darkness.
I tensed as the shadows shifted. Relief was instant as a kid, maybe sixteen years old, moved into sight. He grinned and waved.
“We need to switch vehicles,” Sam told me softly before stepping out of the car, and I followed him.
“Hey! What’s up, Mr. W?” the kid greeted happily. His excitement washed over me, an uncomfortable contrast to every other emotion I’d been drowning in.
“Wait…” I cocked my head, getting out of the car. “Are those my clothes?”
