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Liv rattled specific details about their location.
“We’re three minutes away,” Damon told her. “Stay put.”
Even though I wanted to tell them to follow the van into the woods, I knew what Damon told them to do was the best response. He was thinking with a mostly clear head. It wasn’t his girl that was in the back of that van, but Avalon was at risk in Liv’s car if things took a turn down that dirt road. We didn’t need to be rescuing three women.
“I think we should go in after her,” Avalon said.
“Avalon, baby, do not even think about it,” Damon ordered.
“But—”
“End of discussion. We’ll be there in less than two minutes,” he explained.
With that, Avalon acquiesced. But I loved that she and Liv felt so much love and concern for Sawyer that they were willing to take that risk and put themselves in harm’s way to look out for her.
Once this was all over, I was going to make sure to tell Sawyer about the kind of people she had in her life now, and what they were prepared to do for her.
The truth was, I was focusing on being able to do that, because I couldn’t bear to consider the alternative… that I might not get the chance to talk to her about anything ever again.
TWENTY
Sawyer
There was nothing quite like knowing that death was fast approaching.
Over the last ten minutes, I sat in the back of a moving van contemplating how awful that feeling was, and it brought me back.
Suddenly, my mind had taken me back to twelve years ago at the quarry, and the only thoughts I had were about my friends, Faye, Cristina, and Janelle. Did they know? Did they understand what was happening to them in the mere seconds it took for it all to happen? Did they realize they were going to die?
God, it was unbelievably painful to consider what their final moments were like. What thoughts, if any, did they have?
I didn’t think there was any instance that could ever make sudden, unexpected, or tragic deaths feel better, but for me, I started to think that perhaps it would have been better to not know it was imminent.
Because the mind was such a powerful thing, and right now, my mind was doing a number on me.
I was on the way to my death.
There were no words to describe what that felt like.
Terror moved through me as my heart pounded wildly in my chest and my belly felt much like Deanna’s had only a short time ago. It was a wonder I hadn’t thrown up, too.
I wanted to be positive, but it was difficult to do.
Sure, Deanna knew that I’d been kidnapped, but she had been so distraught over what she’d just learned about Lance that I didn’t think she’d be in the right frame of mind to get me help.
And even if she managed to pull herself together long enough to act, what could she have possibly done? I mean, she could have run back inside, told Cam what happened, and called the authorities.
There were cameras outside of The Steel Pub, but by the time anyone could review the footage and review license plate numbers or even determine that it was Kurt that had taken me, it would all be too late.
And Kurt?
I hated that I’d been kind to him. I hated that I’d been sympathetic to his plight a matter of days ago. It had all been a farce. It was all just a ploy; though, I couldn’t quite understand what the motivation there was. Had he really made up that whole scenario with his girlfriend leaving him for her personal trainer? What did that accomplish?
Unless it was this.
Unless it was to become a familiar and friendly face that I’d eventually believe meant me no harm, so he could carry out Adriana’s orders.
If he was successful, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be alive an hour from now. Adriana wanted me dead, so I was certain this was going to be quick.
