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But to death.
To Hueco.
The flash of headlights filled the SUV’s interior. Ah, after all this time on empty roads, they had company.
A motor roared and Dee tensed.
The lights behind them flared brighter, filling the SUV’s interior with a hot glow. The motor roared louder—coming for us. Not the friendly kind of company. “What the hell?” Dee jerked around. Someone was coming, all right. Bearing down on them fast. Too fast. “Simon!”
The SUV raced forward, but, too late?—
Never noticed the other car. Should have looked back sooner. Too worried about what waited ahead.
The car hit them. A jarring, brutal hit. Once. Twice.
The SUV flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The vehicle rolled across the road.
The air bags exploded. The world in front of Dee became a cloudy white.
Her claws ripped into the bags and cut them out of her way. She shoved the broken glass aside, managed to peer out the window?—
And saw that another car had come from the waning darkness. No, not a car this time. A truck—coming right at them. At her.
Ambush. Fucking ambush.
Dee shoved against the metal, but the sun had already weakened her. Trapped. Pinned by the twisted door. “Simon!”
No answer. She turned to look at him. Not moving, slumped over the seat. “Simon?” A whisper now, not a scream.
No, no, this couldn’t happen to him.
Blood loss, the easiest way to kill a vamp.
The car slammed into them again. Then the truck hit.
Metal tore into her flesh, cutting past the skin, driving into the muscle and all the way down to the bone.
Simon.
This time, before the darkness came, this time, he was her last thought.
And her regret.
Chapter Fourteen
It was the pain that woke him. The sharp stabs of agony and the nauseating throbs that shuddered through his body. Simon forced his eyelids to lift.
Bright.
Too fucking bright.
His eyes closed. What the hell had happened? He and Dee had been driving down one snaking, lonely ass stretch of road. They’d long since abandoned the Interstate. He’d had her sweet scent in his nose. He’d wondered when he’d have her again, then?—
Lights.
The crunch of metal.
A scream.
