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“Wren!”
A jarring crash threw me against the window. I felt Brock’s arms brace me against his body as we were thrown around the car, despite being belted in place. As we came to a sudden stop, I concentrated on the hot breaths from Brock fanning against my face. If it wasn’t for him holding me, I would be in a full-blown panic.
“Stay here,” he whispered.
“What?” Panic flared at the thought of him leaving. I was about to grab his jacket, but then I saw him draw his gun. Fear clawed its way up my throat as I heard him shouting. I’d never been in this position before. I always felt safe, but now, the threat was very real.
I watched in absolute terror as they approached the vehicle that slammed into us. Dragging the other man from the vehicle, I saw the pure hate on Brock’s face as he yelled at the man, forcing him to his knees.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Juliette said from the front seat. “They’ve got this.”
“I’ve never…” I trailed off, unable to speak as my eyes were locked on their every move.
Police arrived moments later, relieving Brock and Lock of their guns. I wanted to yell at the police not to take away the one thing protecting us, but I couldn’t move, let alone speak.
Minutes dragged on as medics arrived and pulled me from the vehicle, checking me over. But my eyes were locked on Brock’s every move. I couldn’t do a single thing unless I was sure he was still watching over me. Some sort of weird sensation crept into my soul, leaving me a shaking mess. Someone had tried to kill us, and I was only alive because he was there to keep me safe.
The reality of my situation came crashing down around me. I was on the verge of going into a full-blown panic when Brock finally walked over, taking my hand in his.
“Hey, you okay?”
Relief flooded me as his hand held mine tight. I was okay. No one could hurt me if he was here. I slowly nodded, finally feeling sensation in my limbs again. I hadn’t even realized I was so numb until the pinpricks started racing through my body.
“I’m okay,” I finally answered.
“You’re sure? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
I shook my head. “I just want to go home.”
“We’ll get you home. Come on.”
I gratefully took his hand, letting him lead me to a vehicle much like the one we were just in. But this one wasn’t banged up. Without any argument, I climbed into the back seat and allowed Brock to sit right beside me, wrapping his arm around me. I was shaking, and no matter how much I snuggled into Brock’s arms, it wouldn’t subside.
When we arrived back at the house, I was picked up and carried inside. Maybe I was overreacting. My eyes connected with Juliette’s as we walked through the door. The pitying look on her face was something I wanted to wipe from my mind. I never let anyone see me fall apart, yet here I was—clinging to a man because we were in a car accident.
But it wasn’t just any accident. Someone had tried to kill me.
“Wren, are you okay?”
Blinking slowly, I looked into Brock’s eyes and nodded. I was in my room and he was taking off my shoes, helping me undress. I placed my hand over his, deciding I couldn’t act the victim. I was stronger than this.
“I can do it.”
He stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets as his jaw clenched hard. “We got lucky.”
The roughness in his voice betrayed how angry he was. Thankfully, I knew he wasn’t angry at me. I chuckled, unable to help myself, which only baffled him.
“Something funny?”
“Not really. I was just thankful that for once, you’re not upset with me.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” he said soothingly. “It was a drunk driver.”
As his words penetrated my mind, something shifted inside me and I slowly looked up into his eyes. “What?”
“It was a drunk driver who hit us.”
The fog that was clouding my brain lifted and clarity swept through me. My limbs no longer tingled and the fear I felt now turned to pure anger. But it wasn’t at the drunk driver. It was directed at the man in front of me.
