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I tried once more to stretch my thumbs to my middle fingers, hoping to use some magic to get me out of there.
I sighed. It was no good. I couldn’t perform any magic. Maybe it was the leather gloves that caused an obstruction or the width of the handlebars of the bikes. I didn’t care. I had to find a way out of this predicament.
Lowering my body, ready to increase my speed once again and I didn’t why I did it, but I turned my head and glanced into the car—I saw her face, wearing a face of evil as she stared back at me. Looking like the large demon I met once before, with his vacant and soulless eyes. Her skin appeared as translucent as ice and her hair as white as snow, but it was her lips when they curled into a snarling pout. A look that showed me she no longer wanted to play.
Her head spun ahead and then back at me with widened eyes and I couldn’t hear her, but her mouth opened wide as she shrieked. I spun to see what she was looking at and saw a monster floating in the air, his outstretched dark wings glistened at the edges and spanned the width of the road. He was less than two hundred metres ahead of us.
She glanced from him to me again, then showed her teeth to me, but this wasn’t a smile. No, this was pure fury that now burned higher than before. A quick flick of her wrist, and she twisted the car to me. The burning smell of rubber infiltrated my nostrils, as her tyres screeched against the tarmacked road as she sped closer, and this time I knew she wouldn’t stop.
This time, she was ending the game.
I twisted the handles of my bike. The engine growled as the wheels spun to the left and the bike roared into the thick grass of the field just off the road. And I thought the bike would slow as it crashed through the weeds, but this vehicle didn’t want to and a screech emitted from my mouth. I hit the brakes, but the bike still powered on, and it was as though another force had overtaken it. Though, in reality, it was weeds that had caused the brakes to fail.
I hoped, because the same weeds should be slowing this bike down.
My heart rate raised and blood pounded through my head at seeing the forest trees getting closer and larger. Having no choice, I braced myself as I bent my body to the floor.
My hip hit the earth with such force I bit my tongue. But I didn’t stop. I slid across the soil as my body and bike continued rolling over the ground, sliding along the ground for metres before I came to a halt with an almighty thud and smashed into the motorbike.
I lay still but moaned and closed my eyes as pain wracked my body and I tried to take in some breaths. But at least I was alive; I was sure I was. That thought increased as I tasted a coppery tang as I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, but I couldn’t linger—I had to be quick. Needed to get away from the bike and hide from the madwoman that tried to destroy me. I pushed the motorbike away from my aching body and crawled away, one slow knee in front of the other.
“Argh,” I cried as a surge of pain in my stomach stopped me from moving any further. But I had to hide because the driver of that vehicle would be as strong as the demon that came before her and I was in no fit state to walk, never mind defend myself in the same way. But as another bout of pain surged through me, I lowered my head and slumped to the floor, not caring anymore if she was following me or not. I’d somehow work out how to deal with her once she got to me.
And maybe I should have tried harder with my knights, stopped acting like I didn’t need anybody and realised this was my life now, especially now I knew for sure someone was out there and wanted to kill me.
But I called for Seb and Carter and neither of them spoke back to me and I was wondering if they cared about me or if I should have chosen Jack and Blake as my knights.
Then I remembered the phone call from Kane, he knew there was something wrong. I had to think about that. But, I treated him pretty badly for the last week. Not replying to his messages, not taking his calls all because I had it in my mind that he didn’t trust me, yet when it came down to it, he wanted to help.
He asked me to use my magic, but I couldn’t. I was gripping the handles of the bike and trying to avoid the car and the flying creature ahead of me—everything was too quick.
And here I was now, in even more trouble as I laid in pain, wondering how I could save myself with magic. I rubbed my hand over my leg as I tried to listen to the surrounding sounds. But as yet another pang of torturous pain tore into me in pulsating beats from head to toe. All I could do was close my eyes and hope Kane and the others would find me if I hid in this long grass for long enough.
I tried to keep the sounds of my moans low, but groaned as another surge of pain travelled through me.
Everywhere hurt, though my leg and stomach were the worst and l pulled my knee to my body and curled myself into a ball to break the piercing pain that shot through me once again. Nothing helped.
My ribs protested at each shallow breath and I closed my eyes for the briefest of time. I gasped a low hiss, hearing the sound of footsteps coming through the reeds of grass. I hoped it was going to take her much longer to find me than she had. And this was like watching a scary movie, sitting and waiting for the killer to appear, unfortunately I was the one waiting.
A surge of adrenaline pumped through my veins and I got into a sitting position, enough to still hide because I was lower than the tops of the weeds. She wouldn’t see me, though I couldn’t see her either, so that was a hindrance and a blessing.
I pressed my thumbs against my middle fingers on both of my hands and stilled as I waited.
Finally, a bright light neared, the footsteps stopped but the light closed in, getting brighter as my pulse raced and the thumping of my heart got stronger and harder.
If this demon didn’t kill me, the anticipation would.
I squinted at the brightness, like the most luminous star in the world, and if I heard an engine, I would have sworn she’d followed me into the field in her car, but there was no mechanical sound. Just a strange whoosh.
And then it was there.
Slapping the back of my hand over my eyes, a vivid beam of luminosity seared too brightly into my brain and dread sank into my bones. I lowered my body and dug my heels into the ground as I tried to push myself back and away.
I groaned as the pain seared through my body, but I continued to move and held my other hand over my stomach.
“Stop,” he said, his voice low and masculine. “I won’t hurt you.”
I didn’t move the hand from my eyes but tried to squint and peek a look through the gap between my fingers. I couldn’t see his face. The bright glow around him seemed to cover every inch of his body and wings.
