Page 44 of Unveil
“True, but child locks will. The seatbelt is to keep my little bird from flying around when I do this.”
Both hands back on the wheel, he swerves the SUV from side to side, jerking it across the entire road like a total maniac. If I weren’t buckled, I’d be slung around the back seat.
“What are you doing?!”
“Keeping what’s mine,mine.”
“I’m not yours!” I slam my feet against the passenger seat but keep them clear of his side. Despite my bluster, my hatred hasn’tactuallygiven me a death wish.
My brother’s engine roars behind us as he speeds up.
“See? He’s going to catch up and pit maneuver you right off the mountain!”
We round a bend, heading straight toward a fog-covered mountain looming ahead.
“Don’t think so.” He chuckles. “Your brother might’ve learned to drive sports cars when he was a teenager, butmybrothers and I have raced backroads since we got our first side-by-sides at four years old. Brace yourself. You’ve given me an idea.”
He barrels toward the tunnel on the wrong side of the road, edging the guardrail overlooking a sheer cliff dropping thousands of feet.
“Are youcrazy?” I screech.
He speeds up, then slams the brakes. Tires screech, and my brother barely has time to stop from ramming the bumper. Orion brake checks again, whipping wind through the half-open windows and tangling my hair as glass crunches behind us, lurching us forward.
“What is wrong with you?!”
My brother’s bumper is mangled, but he revs again as Orion floors it.
“What are you doing?” I scream. “You’reinsane!”
“Believe me, you haven’t met insane. His name is Hatton Fury.” A strange glint flickers in his eyes as he smiles at me in the rearview.
“Do you think this isfun?” I shout, but my gaze locks on the pitch-black void framed in a semicircle of stone ahead.
“We’re coming up on a tunnel, baby. Better hold your breath, but don’t pass out on me. It’s a long one.”
“Hold my breath?”
“Yeah, so you can make a wish.” He nods, as if he’s not hurtling me and half of everyone I love into our doom.
“Ready…”
He slows.
“Set…”
Kills the headlights.
“Go!”
He catapults into the void as I scream bloody murder.
The other cars’ headlights are out, probably from the collision earlier, and the only way I know they’re in the tunnel too is the engines’ roaring ricocheting off stone.
Orion jerks forward then brakes, forward, brake, forward—forcing me to cling to anything I can with my arms still behind my back. Tulle whirls around my legs, and wind lashes my hair into my wailing mouth.
I want to be free. I want to be free. I want to be free…
So I can kill him.
