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“You were fucking incredible, Daisy. I’m so proud of you. My heart nearly stopped when you started singing ‘Hallelujah.’”
Mine did too. He was in my head as I pulled the darkness out of those hidden parts of my soul and left it all in the song.
Natty and Callie were there next, waiting for us as I exited the stage.
We were all on a high. We did two rounds of drinks, tipping extra for my favorite bartender, before we finally scaled those metal steps and exited into the cold November night.
Since there was only street parking, we had to walk down a block to get to our trucks. Giles and Natty rode with us, but Wes and Callie had brought their own vehicle.
The stringed lights from the front of The Hollow aided us against the dark night but once we cleared the yard, we had to navigate with only a few streetlights overhead. I was tucked under Killian’s arm listening as Giles prattled on about how dumb he felt, not knowing about The Hollow’s existence when all the sudden, there was glass shattering on the road next to us. It seemed to come out of nowhere. We faltered, our eyes darting down to the road, trying to make sense of the broken bottle, and then up.
Where had it come from?
We were standing in a particularly dark patch of street, seeing as the furthest street light wasn’t even on. Killian hesitantly continued forward, pulling me with him when suddenly there was another bottle that shattered directly in front of us.
I stepped back right as Killian roared, “Giles, Wes, get them in the center.”
I was being pushed into the middle of the street with Callie and Natty as the men surrounded us, facing every direction, each one with a weapon pulled and pointed in the directions they each faced.
The shattering stopped, but peering through the men around us, I saw an orange flicker from the direction of where the bottles came.
“Are those…” I whispered, still unsure if I was seeing correctly.
Another glass bottle flew through the air, this one on fire.
“Fuck!” Killian yelled right as it landed near us. The glass sprayed so close, it hit my jeans.
“Get them in the truck, now!” Wes screamed, and Giles moved.
The torches being held down the road began multiplying and moving. As did the number of glass bottles being thrown at us.
We all piled into Callie’s rig, Giles taking the driver’s seat.
“Keys are in my purse, just hit the start button!” she yelled, hanging onto the handlebar above her head.
“Everyone down. If they lob something at the car, I don’t want you to get hit.”
We did as we were told, but I stole one last glance at Killian through the window. He was aiming his firearm straight ahead, while backing up toward his truck before Giles had us turned in the opposite direction and heading to safety.
There was a wildness in Giles’s eyes as he continued to check his rearview mirror. I held Callie’s hand, and she held Natty’s. We were still ducked down low in the seats when all the sudden the sound of another car revving its engine was right next to us.
Natty screamed as they veered the nose of their car directly next to where she was sitting.
“Shit,” Giles yelled.
“Hold on, girls.” He pulled the car to the side by tilting the steering wheel, forcing the one trying to hit us off the road.
It seemed to work at first, but then someone was driving up next to us on the opposite side where I was sitting. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the driver, who was wearing a wolf mask, jerk the wheel so their car hit ours.
My eyes slammed shut right as a familiar truck hit that car from behind, forcing it off the road.
I sat up and turned, seeing it was Killian’s truck. His headlights made it difficult to make anything out, but I could see Wes was in the passenger seat.
Relief sailed through me as they took the spot next to us on the highway, so no one else could.
We drove like that, all of us breathing heavy while Giles continued to flick his gaze from the rear-view mirror to the road.
The sound of a motorcycle broke the silence. We watched a singular headlight appear on the opposite side of our car, navigating down the middle turn lane. The bike kept pace, so it was directly next to Natty’s door.
