Page 7 of Mated to the Enemy
“Where are we going? There’s nobody here, Kincaid. This is just the garage.”
“We need to get to the edge of the property. Come on!” Kincaid slid into a car, the engine firing to life.
Klaue frowned, not having realized Kincaid already had keys. Hurrying to keep up, he leapt over the sleek crimson red corvette and squeezed his bulk into the passenger side, trading care for speed. Something broke, but it didn’t matter, he’d have it repaired.
The car took off before he could even buckle up, and Klaue held on for dear life as Kincaid drove like a demon possessed. Rubber burned off in great gouts behind them until the car found traction, and then he was pressed back into his seat violently.
“Do we have to go this fast!” he shouted, unable to do up his seatbelt. The sudden acceleration of the car had locked it into place, no matter how hard he yanked on it.
“Isn’t this fun!” Kincaid shouted as they cleared the lip of the tunnel entrance to the garage. The Corvette slammed back down onto the asphalt, and Klaue’s head dented the roof when he was too slow to duck.
“Ow,” he growled, the noise drowning out the engine for a moment, until Kincaid pressed his foot all the way down and they shot forward at full acceleration.
In an effort to ignore the crazed speeds, Klaue let himself think about what Kincaid was trying to tell him. His mate was apparently coming to the Manor. But why? And who? He hadn’t met anyone new lately, and to his knowledge, there were no expected guests due to arrive for at least several days. Whoever this unexplained arrival was, Klaue didn’t know them.
So how could his mate be there?
The front gates appeared, drawing his attention away. Kincaid hit the brakes hard, nearly sending Klaue through the front windshield. Only a desperate attempt to stop his momentum prevented it, though he did leave deep fist-sized dents in the car’s dash.
“Oops,” he muttered, but Kincaid didn’t seem to hear him. He was already outside, running for the gates as they slowly rolled back.
Klaue got out and raced after him as the Hunter disappeared beyond the stone wall to the right. Charging hard, he rounded the corner and nearly bowled over Kincaid, who had come to a sudden halt just out of sight.
“What now?” he asked, surveying the empty road and lawn in front of them. “There’s nobody here, Kincaid. Are you—”
The sound of an engine roaring in the distance stopped him mid-sentence. It grew nearer, the pair of them waiting just outside the gate.
“What the hell is that?” he asked, trying to identify the type of vehicle that the heavy rumble belonged to. “It sounds huge.”
Kincaid shook his head. “I don’t know. I just know we need to be here when it happens.”
Although Klaue almost asked the obvious “whenwhathappens” question, he didn’t. Instead, he waited. A pair of seconds later, headlights came around the bend at a high speed.
It took him a moment to realize the incoming car was careening out of control, and in terrible shape from what looked like many impacts on its side, and even the roof was caved in. The vehicle, a massive military Hummer by the looks of it, wobbled back and forth across the road, eventually lost control and flipped on its side before sliding roof-first into a tree.
Klaue looked over at Kincaid, only to find the Hunter staring back at him, both of them equally shocked.
“Is that…” Klaue started to say, pointing at the Hummer. The appearance of another two pairs of headlights cut him off as he realized there was no other explanation.
His mate was in the Hummer.
Klaue charged across the open field, Kincaid right behind him. Whoever was in the trailing cars was going to get there first, if the driver of the Hummer—hismate—didn’t start running toward them.
“Get out!” he hollered as figures piled out of the pursuing cars. Figures he instantly recognized despite only seeing their silhouettes.
Canim!
