Page 88 of Twisted Revelations

The buttery leather crinkled under me as I twisted and dipped in the seat to catch a view of him walking to the back of our car. The phone went black before he shoved it into his pocket and popped the trunk. The car rocked as he rummaged through the trunk. With something tucked under his beefy arm, he headed back to the SUV and dead men.

He’d been rummaging through the damaged SUV for a while before I decided to go and check on him. As soon as I edged past the back of our car, he turned to face me. At his distance, he had the hearing of a vampire.

“Beverly?”

I loved the way he said my name. But he’d phrased it like a question this time.

“I don’t want you anywhere near this mess. I made it. I’ll take care of it,” he stated like he was collecting piles of trash. Based on the way the body was wrapped in plastic wrap, he truly intended to take out the trash. It took effort, but I pulled my gaze from the dead man who was shrink-wrapped like a mummy.

“Are you sure I can’t help? It’s my fault you have to do this. It’s my fault we were being chased.” I was offering my help but prayed he didn’t want it. I wanted nothing to do with dead, bleeding bodies.

“Beverly, none of this is your fault. You didn’t do anything. There was a monster out there sending groups of men after you. Although he’s dead, his orders are still being followed. I’ve got this,” he stated.

We stood staring at each other, the night breeze kissing my cheeks. I took another quick glance at the bloody, shrink-wrapped body before I rushed back to the car and waited.

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