Page 81 of Lost Track


Font Size:  

“I can live with that,” she replied smiling. “Here.” She hefted the box with the roaster in it and handed it to him. “You carry this.”

She stepped around the new stacks she’d created with her digging around.

“What will you do?” Max asked, the fear resurfacing in his eyes.

She turned off the light, closed the door, locked it, and faced him.

“What I promised. I’m going to protect you.”

She paused at the door to the roof and cracked it open.

“I don’t see it,” she muttered, trying to bend her eye around the corner. She glanced over her shoulder at Max who was clutching the large roaster in his arms. “I’m going to fling the door wide and I want you to run, fast as you can, to the other door. It doesn’t need a code, just go inside. Do not stop.”

She unzipped her coat and fluffed it up around her body and lowered the hockey mask.

He swallowed. Sweat shone across his brow and she withheld a smile.

“You can do this, Max,” she encouraged.

He nodded.

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open hard. Max bolted past her, his loafers slapping against the concrete. Sabine came up behind him, her eyes darting around the perimeter for the cat.

“REOWWW!”

“AHHH!”

A black object came around the corner of one of the chimneys and bounced on its feet. Max yelled but didn’t stop running. Sabine sprinted in the direction of the cat and opened her coat wide. The wind caught it and it puffed around her. She threw her arms out to the side to increase her size.

Then she pulled her lips back, bared her teeth, and hissed.

The cat bounced back, its hair raised, its teeth showing.

Sabine hissed again, really giving her throat a thrashing. She waved her arms in the air.

“RWARWWW!” the demon cat warned, bouncing at Sabine.

“RWARWWW!” Sabine yowled back, flapping her arms and jumping up and down.

The cat hissed, its tail pointing straight into the air, its ears flat against its head.

Sabine charged at it, wondering which one of them would flinch first. If she got much closer, she was going to need stitches.

Again.

And the ER was not where she wanted to spend the holiday.

Not when Dave would be here in a couple hours. She wanted to be here when he ate her pie. She wanted to have pink wine with her friends and tease her brother about Nikki hating him.

She had too much to live for!

She hissed as loud as she could and the cat darted back around the chimney.

Sabine dashed to the door where Max had made it safely inside and didn’t look back.

The door slammed behind her, but she didn’t stop until she’d cleared the entrance to her loft.

Max was there to catch her.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com