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“Oh my gosh!” Corey exclaimed. “Okay, back up, what the heck happened?”
“He’s a shifter.”
“From Damon’s Mountains?” Okay, Corey sounded a little too excited for her own good.
“Yeah. This isn’t leaving the car though. Pinky-promise me.”
Hallie held out her pinky and Corey hooked hers with it. “I pinky-promise.” Hallie knew she meant it because since they’d been kids, they had taken pinky-promises very seriously. Neither had ever broken a pinky-promise.
Hallie pulled her baseball cap lower onto her head and shoved her hands into the front pocket of her pink hoodie. “He asked to turn off the gas station cameras, and when Robby said no, he told him if Damon asks, it is who he thinks it is.”
“Damon Daye?” Corey took her eyes off the road for too long, and Hallie had to point out a curb they were drifting toward. Corey yanked the car back between the lines. “The blue dragon. What did this guy look like?”
“He was riding a motorcycle—”
“Hot.”
“Corey,” she admonished. “He’s probably somewhere digging a bullet out of his arm.”
“If it was just in his arm, he’s probably already fine. Those shifters heal freakily fast.”
“Is freakily even a word?”
Corey shrugged. “Was he tall? Did he have muscles? Did he smell like an animal?”
“Oh my gosh, if you are just going to get re-interested in the shifter stuff, I’m not going to tell you any more. I’m tired.”
“No, no, I’m asking for a reason! I swear.”
Hallie glared at her, and then rested her head back again. “He wore a motorcycle helmet with one of those mirrored visors, but even that couldn’t hide his glowing eyes. He said someone was following me. It was this tall guy in a black truck. Scar on his lip, dark eyes. I haven’t seen him around here. He pulled him straight through the window. Just…one-handed, yanked him out. He hit him a couple times, and I thought the guy would die from the force. I’ve never seen anyone…” She swallowed hard. “I’ve never seen it happen to someone else. He was trying to control himself, I could tell. He was trying to be of service. Like…trying to help? The guy had a gun and he aimed it, and I was screaming, and he was shot in the arm. Look at this.” She angled her body and showed Corey the front of her hoodie. There was a splatter of red across the chest. “That was fun to explain away to the police.”
“You didn’t tell them about the shifter?”
“No. He seemed…” Hallie shook her head and frowned, trying to put a finger on it. “He didn’t care if he was hurt, or if Damon came for him. The growl in his chest was so loud and constant, and when he flipped his visor up, I could see his eyes.”
“Hot?”
“Terrifying. One was silver, like mercury, and one was ice blue. Glowing like a demon’s eyes. And they were…empty. I stopped him.”
“Stopped him from what?”
“Killing that man.”
“Why would you do that? If he wanted to get rid of your problem, you should’ve let him.”
“I didn’t want my stuff ruining someone else’s life. Plus, that guy is just a product of one of my problems. If it wasn’t him, Derek would send someone else. Killing him wouldn’t solve anything. Maybe the police will be able to find him. They know his truck and the license plate now.”
“What happened to the shifter?”
“He said to check my phone and my car for trackers, and then he rode away.”
“Did he look back?” Corey asked.
Hallie cast a glance over at her. “Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Yeah. He looked back once, and I waved, and he sped off on his bike. He had to be going one-fifty by the time he disappeared into the night.”
