Page 53 of Devil’s Snare

I had to look. A gasp left my mouth when I saw the car had crashed, with a massive dent in the side. Some unseen force dragged the driver out of it. Something big, strong, and powerful.

Like a grim.

“Hold tight!” Cin warned me as I whipped my head forward again. My bottom bounced on the seat as I clutched him as tight as possible.

I didn’t know what he meant until I saw the approaching fence. A fallen log lay in front of it. He wasn’t going to do what I thought. Right?

The front tire lifted off the ground as Cin rode onto it, skidding along the bark until we jumped over the fence. We landed hard enough to make my teeth click together.

I managed not to scream as we fishtailed and Cin straightened the bike, picking up speed again. We weren’t slowing down. If anything, Cin was purposely increasing speed.

In front of us, a large patch of graves loomed ahead, lined up in dozens of rows. One in particular was quite massive. I couldn’t see the name or who it belonged to, not that it mattered.

A whimper left my throat when I heard gunfire. The driver was shooting at Omen, us, or both. Cin leaned forward, and I pressed close, noticing two impossible things.

One, we were now going too fast to avoid a collision.

Two, Cin wasn’t steering us away from the object ahead or trying to leave the graveyard. In fact, he seemed determined to reach that object in front of us while still maintaining speed.

The last thing I heard was the echo of my scream as it reverberated throughout the cemetery and bounced off the solid weight of the headstone. . . right before we crashed into it.

“DON’T LET GO, GWEN!”

Cin’s voice sounded warbled and far away.

“Stay with me, baby!”

I didn’t know what was happening. My mind couldn’t seem to grasp reality.

I couldn’t feel anything. Couldn’t think. There was no pain or joy—just emptiness. Reality seemed distorted and muddy.

And then, without much effort, Cin’s voice commanded me to open my eyes, and I obeyed.

“Gwen. Wake up!”

Slowly, as if stuck in a fog, my eyes opened. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” Cin sounded concerned. “Scared the shit outta me, baby. You okay?”

“I think so.” My mind struggled to grasp where we were and how I ended up on the ground, held by Cin.

“You’re safe. Omen made sure of that.”

Safe? I blinked, staring at my biker in confusion until clarity returned with a swiftness that made me gasp. “The car chasing us!”

“That’s right. The driver is no longer a problem. The club will take care of the evidence.”

Take care of. . . oh.

“Omen had a snack, so he won’t need to hunt for a bit.”

A human snack? “I think I’m going to puke.”

Cin chuckled. “Please don’t. I’m not letting go of you, and I don’t want to wear it.”

“Not funny.” I slipped my arms around his neck as he stood and lifted me, holding me a little too tightly as he walked toward his bike a few feet away.

He straddled the seat, turning my body around to face him. “Wrap your arms and legs around me. I’m not taking any chances you’ll fall off.”