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If they were still in Sweden, she didn’t know how far north or south, but the forests of Sweden harbored everything from moose to wolves to bears. Hopefully, her fright scared them or showed she was not a threat and could be left alone.
Whenever she felt her adrenaline wearing off, she pumped more energy into her legs. At this point, anything would help—a house, a road, a hiker. She only looked back a few times, and although she never saw Lavigne, she felt, in her gut, that he was still alive. The man would follow her half-dead with limbs dangling by their tissue. She’d defied him, embarrassed him, and emasculated him. If he got his hands on her, he’d immediately snap her neck.
Then she heard a sweet sound—a car engine.
A road.
Something sharp caught her heel, and she felt the skin split open, but she ignored it. The treeline thinned, giving her a view of the paved roadway. Tears fell from her eyes.
Faster.
She needed to move faster.
Lungs burning, she pushed herself until she reached the roadway—just in time to see the back of the car as it sped by.
“Hey!” She screamed, waving her arms. “Help! Help!”
The car’s brake lights came on.
A bullet grazed her arm from the wooded area behind her.
“Fuck!”
She sprinted to the other side of the woods and prayed the person had seen enough to at least alert authorities.
CHAPTER43
“We’re only about thirty minutes out,” Adrían said.
Joel’s leg bounced.
Come on, Eesh.
Stay alive for me.
Fight, baby.
“We’ll fan out when we get there,” Adrían continued. “There might be something abandoned near the campgrounds. Something people wouldn’t willingly check.”
As they sped by the forest, Joel scanned the trees, unsure what he was hoping to find. His brain tried to conjure an image of a lifeless body along the side of the road, but he sent it away with a tap of his temple. When that didn’t work, he put his head down.
Not his girl.
Not his woman.
Not his wife.
She was the love of his life. The love of hisentirelife. He needed more of her arms, of her scent, her lips. More of her sense of humor and her brain-twisting ways to get him to share things he’d been sure he didn’t know how to communicate.
“Stop,” Giorgio said.
Adrían immediately hit the brake, sending them all pitching forward, the tires screeching on the paved surface. Joel turned to Giorgio in the backseat, but his eye caught something through the rear windshield.
Giorgio got out.
He popped off his seatbelt and did the same. “I saw a woman. You saw her right, Giorgio?”
“Da.” Giorgio brandished a pair of knives as long as his arms. “East.”
