Page 89 of Between Fire and Frost
Ashton can manage on his own for twenty minutes while I figure out where the hell to park the car and hike back up the road, unseen.
The headlights of my car reveal a ravine on either side as I slowly descend down the path which we came.
Desperately, I need to find a side road, somewhere to park, and I can head the rest of the way on foot, catch up with Ashton.
But there wasn’t anything I noticed on the way up. We were also arguing, which didn’t exactly mean my head was screwed on tight.
I’ll have to pay closer attention coming back down the slushy road.
Slowly making my way down the one-lane road, headlights reflect off the trees in the distance.
Shit.
It’s another vehicle coming up the road.
I tap the brakes and slide across the icy road and turn the wheel, keeping from falling into the ravine.
My stomach is in my chest, and I curse under my breath.
The vehicle in front of me revs their engine and pushes forward, having spotted me. They turn their brights on, blinding me.
I have little choice but to put my car in reverse. I floor the gas, driving backward, watching over my shoulder as I dangerously navigate the edge of the mountainside and the narrow one-lane road in the snow, until I’m back in front of the battered cabin.
Not fucking ideal.
So much for being inconspicuous.
Where the hell is Ashton?
I grab for my phone and attempt to call Dante, but the call immediately fails.
Men flood out of the vehicle in front of me, blocking the road, guns drawn. The car’s engine is idle with its headlights blinding me.
A darkened figure steps out, the man who was sitting behind the driver, smoking a cigarette. It dangles from his lips as he lifts his right hand, giving a gesture to move in.
Two men I don’t recognize come to my driver-side door, smash open my car window, throw open my door, and yank me out of the vehicle.
I’m entirely at their mercy.
To Be Continued…
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