“Selfish, but I get it.”
“Good girl.” He tossed me a backpack and pointed back behind him, leaning against his bike. “Go change, then. We’ve gotta make this quick, before my mask over you fades enough that Thor feels your presence.”
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “You think you can ride on the back of a Harley in that dress? There’re some clothes in the bag. Hop to it.”
Practical… When I looked into the bag, I was appalled at the fact that everything was black leather, and of the fits-like-a-glove variety. I grumbled as I changed, surprised that everything actually fit. I balled my dress up and took off my heels, stuffing them and my purse into the bag. I rejoined him, almost having trouble getting the zipper on the jacket done up to my neck. “I’d ask how you knew what size I wear, but I’m sure you have some ‘I’m older than dirt’ answer.”
He smirked. “Smart girl.” He climbed astride the motorcycle, handing me a helmet with an apologetic look. “Sorry this is going to wreck your hair.”
I gave him a sad laugh and put it on, climbing on behind him and wrapping my arms around his slender frame. “Of all the things that have been destroyed tonight, my hair is the least of my worries…” I mumbled into his back, glad he couldn’t see the tears that rolled their winding way down my face.
Jamison kick-started the bike and took off at a normal rate of speed, waiting until we hit the highway before accelerating. We must have gone for hours before he finally stopped to refuel. I hit the ATM, draining as much from my savings account as I could in one go. A few more days of that and it would be empty. We’d be untraceable. Almost.
I handed Jamison my phone and he crumpled it in his fist like a piece of paper. He tossed the remnants into the trash by the gas pumps, and I fought the achy feeling in my chest. The world around me swam in my vision, but I squashed the tears before they could escape me again. He gave my shoulder a squeeze of reassurance and we were off again.
I had no idea where we were going, but I hoped it would be far enough from Elm Valley that everyone would be safe. I couldn’t even say goodbye, to anyone. And worst of all…
“Jynxx… I’m sorry.”
Randi (Miss R.A.) currently resides in a little town outside of Baltimore, Maryland. She shares her home with her two cats, Chester and Nergal, a dog rescued from Afghanistan who goes by the name Renegade, and her husband, who proudly serves in the United States Military.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25