She knew she was lying. Honestly, she hated what she was
doing. She’d been able to save up a good amount in tips, but
she knew it still wasn’t enough to get her to another city, to
pay for a place, and to pay for college. She’d probably have a
hard time finding another job, so there would be months when
she wasn’t working, even if she found college classes to do
online to free up her time.
Summer snorted. “If by each minute unbearably dragging
by filled up with the same drunk assholes who—” Her words
were cut off by a shrill cry.
Cassia was looking at Summer, so she didn’t have time to
brace for the impact. Her head jerked up at the scream. She
saw a flash of green through the windshield and the swipe of
glaring lights, and then something slammed into them so hard
that the breath punched out of her lungs. Her head jerked back
and then an ungodly scream that didn’t come from a human
throat. It came from metal meeting metal, twisting, breaking,
tearing. Glass rained over Cassia, hitting her face and bare
arms, stinging like a thousand angry insects, burning like
tendrils of wicked flame.
The world rolled, spinning out of control. Her vision
blanked and all she saw was black. She felt the twisting, the
turning, the spinning, and then everything stopped. She was
suspended, hanging in mid-air. She tried to peel her eyes open,
but they were too heavy. She felt warm. Warm and wet and
sticky. Her body was on fire, burning like someone had torn
her open and sewn lit matches under her skin. She tried to
whimper, but no sound came out. Everything was silent except
for the slow, sluggish whomp of her heart and an insidious hiss
drifting through walls of twisted metal and broken glass.