He slumped against the wheel. He wasn’t dead. Not yet anyway. Reaching across him, she opened the door and shoved him out. If only he had done what she asked. She closed the door. Darkness stretched on all sides. Monsters hid in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike. They always been there, watching and waiting. She never saw their physical form. Deep in her bones, she knew the Darkness was something to be feared. Damn the Darkness.
She shifted the convy in reverse and backed up until the light showed on the man’s figure. She drove forward. It was his fault she was alone in the dark. If he had just taken her home, she wouldn’t be in this mess. He’d be dead by tomorrow anyway. She was simply helping him along. The blue eyes flashed before her mind. They were disappointed.
Royal veered around the male and drove on.
The convy died later. It ran out of fuel. She should’ve killed that man when she had the chance. He never had any intention of taking her to Lahyjion.
She was stranded on the Cross-Territory-Roadway, in the dark. Her MP was useless. Who could she call? Wasn’t this the reason people started carrying the mobile communication devices? No Authority would leave their homes to rescue some nobody female, even during the day. Shouldering her bag, she climbed out of the pile of spare parts.
Lahjyion’s scent was in the wind. It was weak. She had a lot of walking to do. Perfect. Mom and Dad had demanded she come out this week. She listened to them. This nonsense happened and they weren’t even home. They were at some relaxing mountain retreat. This was stupid.
At this rate, she wouldn’t get home until daylight.
Royal walked on. She came upon a dead convy. She stabbed her fist into the trunk until a hole formed. She dug her hand in the hole and pulled. The trunk opened. That didn’t release her from the burning in her chest.
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