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Drawing her legs up to her chest, she leaned her forehead on her knees and took some shallow breaths.
She had this. She could do it. All she had to do was get up, turn around, open the door and find her phone.
That was it.
Then get in the car and drive home.
Why the hell would that car do that? Surely they’d seen her run off the road?
A sense of foreboding filled her. They had to have seen her car crash.
Had they been trying to deliberately cause her to crash?
Great. She was supposed to be calming down, not getting herself more worked up.
A set of headlights blinded her, making her whimper. Would the person stop? Would they help her?
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized they were coming from the same direction the car had gone in.
What if it was the person who ran her off the road? What if they were coming back?
Don’t be silly, Isa. There’s no reason for them to come back for you.
But this weird feeling crept through her and she wished she had her mace. Or her Taser.
Loki was gonna be so angry if she got herself murdered on the side of the road and didn’t even try to fight back.
As the car started to slow down, another set of headlights came from the other direction and it took off with a roar.
Another whimper escaped her.
What the heck was happening?
The second vehicle slowed down, pulling in behind hers.
Was this someone that she could trust?
Footsteps sounded and she smothered her whimpers, clutching her flashlight out like a weapon. It shook pathetically.
Yeah, if this person was going to hurt her, then she was completely screwed.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
She let out a small sob. She knew that voice. Even if he’d been mean to her last night when he’d told her to leave, he was still safe.
“Fucking hell. Isabelle? Where are you?”
Was that worry in his voice? Maybe she’d knocked her head.
He strode toward her and she glanced up. He winced and she realized she’d just shone the light straight into his eyes.
Shit!
She tilted it down so it was illuminating the ground.
“Fuck, baby. What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked. His voice wasn’t soft. She wasn’t sure he could do soft. But he sounded almost tender.
He rushed over to her, crouching down.
