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I’m exhausted. All I want to do is sleep, but if I stop, I’m dead. I hobble my way through the trees, dragging my right leg and holding my bleeding side. I’m having problems breathing, and my throat is closing up on me.
I can’t die here, not like this. Making it to a clearing, I sob harder when I step onto the blacktop. It’s a road. Two lanes and curvy. I start to walk down it, looking over my shoulder to make sure they’re not on my ass. Lights come around the corner, and I stand in the center of the two lanes, prepared to die if they don’t stop in time. It’s the only chance I have at this point.
I hold my heavy arms up and wave them the best I can when it comes to an abrupt stop, almost hitting me. I fall to my knees, my head hanging, when I hear car doors open and close.
“Jesus Christ,” a man hisses.
I lift my head, but I can’t see anything since the headlights are even with my already blurry eyes.
“Where the fuck did she come from?” another one demands.
“Pl-ease?” I manage to get out. “They’re…coming.” Who knows how far out they are.
“Get her in the car.” Hands grab at me and yank me to my feet.
I whimper as I’m picked up and cradled to a hard chest. Car doors open and close as I’m placed inside.
“Phone,” I manage to say through cracked lips. “I need—”
“A hospital.” One interrupts me.
“No.” I start to fight, and he lets go of me.
I fall to the floor and push my back up against the back-seat door on the driver’s side, pulling my knees to my chest to cover my naked body. I could have just traded one nightmare for another. “I need a phone.” I manage to say.
My hand is grabbed, and a phone is placed in it. Just like in the woods, my fingers won’t work on the phone. It’s as if my mind has no idea how to process a phone call. And a thought hits me: I don’t know Saint’s number by heart. I could call my cell number that Kashton gave me, but it’s probably dead by now.
I can only think of one number at the moment. I ramble it off three times before I hear a phone ringing on the end of the line. It was placed on speakerphone, and it’s held in front of my bloody face.
“Hello?” the voice asks.
I don’t know any of the Spade brothers’ numbers by heart, but I know hers. “Jas-mine.” My voice cracks.
“Yeah. Who is this?” she asks, sounding worried. “Are you okay?”
“Ashtyn.” I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. “I need you to call Kashton.”
She sighs. “Ashtyn, I told you he doesn’t matter…”
“Please?” I interrupt her, feeling my eyes grow heavy. “I’m lost...I’m about to pass out. I need…I need Saint…”
“Oh my God, Ashtyn. Where the fuck are you?”
“Call Kashton.” I don’t have the time or energy to go through everything. “Give him this number. Tell him to have Saint call…” If he can get these guys to take me to Carnage, then maybe I’ll have a chance.
“Hold on. I’ll add him to the call,” she rushes out.
I close my eyes and let the drool run out of the corner of my mouth, too tired to swallow it. A second later, I hear ringing.
“Jasmine—”
“I have Ashtyn on the line. She needs Saint.” Jasmine doesn’t let Kash finish.
“Ashtyn?” Kashton barks out. “What do you mean…?”
“Kash,” I say roughly. “I need…”
“SAINT!” I hear him scream, making me flinch. “It’s Ashtyn.”
