Page 109 of Legacy of Lies
Once he confirmed that she could walk on her own, they exited the shack.
He retrieved his coat and put it on her, and then he pulled out his cell phone. No reception. No help coming. So it was up to him to get them out of here safely. He could feel the temperature dropping, they had minimal supplies, and were both injured. He picked up the gun. Not that he could aim for shit, with his vision blurry.
None of that mattered. He would stay strong for Sara. He’d get her out of this mess.
How was Zach doing? Did Shelby and Eric get him back to the house? He couldn’t do anything until he got back to the ranch. With Sara.
Before they’d made it more than a few feet, an ear-splitting scream erupted from the shack.
“You will not win!” a voice screamed.
Garrison turned and shoved Sara behind him.
“Oh, Great One, yes. I will still give you a sacrifice tonight.” The howls split the darkness until a blast of light and a percussion of sound sent them flying back on their butts in the snow.
What in God’s name had happened? Garrison helped Sara to her feet and, against her protests, ran back to the shack.
The inside of the building had been scorched like a flash fire had touched every inch of the structure, all at once.
Hank was nowhere to be seen. No burned remains, no bones, nothing. All that remained was a circle of charred ropes on the floor.
Garrison backpedaled out of the building. Whatever happened to Hank couldn’t have been good. The creepy crawly sensations on his neck made him pull Sara toward his horse as fast as she could go. By some miracle, Hank might be alive. Whatever happened in there wasn’t normal, and hell if Garrison would expose Sara to more danger tonight.
Dragging her to the horse, he gave her a quick hug before helping her up into the saddle. Her arms wrapping around him personified heaven and hell.
What he wanted.
What he had almost lost.
