Page 106 of Erik's Redemption
She pressed her foot harder to the gas, speeding up. What the hell were they doing?
When they continued to tail her closely, their lights blinding her, her heart began to pound, sweat beading her forehead. God, what couldpossiblybe happening to her now? And why the hell hadn’t she taken the G70? It was faster and took the turns better.
She was slowing down for a stop sign when the car suddenly hit her, sending her vehicle into a skid. She barely got it under control.
Her fingers tightened on the wheel, fear overtaking her mind.
From the side mirrors, she noticed a second vehicle closing in on the car behind her. Were they together?
She blew through the stop sign and sped up, but this time the car behind her didn’t give chase. Were they leaving her alone? Was she safe?
She slowed again, deciding to take the next turn, hoping they wouldn’t follow.
The car suddenly accelerated, smashing into her Honda so hard there was no regaining control. She cried out, her tires squealing.
The car sped away. She vaguely noted the second vehicle stopping on the road as her Honda spun in a circle before smashing into a tree.
Her entire body flew forward, the seat belt cutting into her chest. Her knee hit something below the wheel and her head collided with the side window, causing her vision to darken.
Then, there was stillness.
Everything hurt. Her chest. Her knee. And her head ached with such intensity that she didn’t want to open her eyes. She peeled one open anyway—only to see a wisp of flame dancing from beneath the hood.
She had to get out!
Even though the words screamed in her head, she couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.
Darkness tried to close in on her again, slipping through her vision, tugging her eyes closed. She was seconds from fainting when she heard the sound of breaking glass. A hand reached across her body, sliding the seat belt off.
Was this the person who’d been driving the car behind the one that hit her?
She cried out as strong arms maneuvered her out the window, every pain in her body screaming to life…but then…a scent cut through the pain.
It was familiar. So strangely familiar.
She forced her eyes open. The man was a blur.
She blinked once. Twice. But he was just lines…lines that she couldn’t pull together to form a person.
He lay her on the ground several yards from her car, and she whimpered again. Then a voice—one that she still heard in her dreams. One she’d recognizeanywhere.
“You’re safe, Cloud.”
Nico.
