Page 24 of Too Cursed To Kiss
“Hang on, you killed the one at your house and the poor guy with the shotgun?”
“No, the Grigores killed the man with the shotgun at the house, but it won’t matter. The only fingerprints they will find on the site other than the shotgun man will be yours.”
That sank in far too fast. “What about Britannia? You said she was at Gentry’s, and she’d been sleeping with him.”
“That was a while ago. Besides, our DNA isn’t like yours, and she would have been careful. She obviously had a plan.”
“What about the Grigores then? Won’t their DNA show up as something other than human?”
“No. We all have tricks for that. Makes it easier to blend in.” He grinned, and I wanted to punch him.
Jeezus. If I’d had enough common sense to tell Gentry to go screw himself, I wouldn’t be here. Now because of a few hundred bucks I’d never get, I was going to spend some quality time behind bars, like my mom. No. I wouldn’t end up like her. Besides the fact that now there were these hunter things after me. So maybe jail was safer.
I smacked the steering wheel so hard it sounded the horn. Fortunately, there were no cars nearby. My smarting handdidn’t make me feel any better. Jail was not an option. There had to be another way.
Signaling, I pulled the car onto the shoulder. “Okay, since you have all the answers, where should we go now?”
“I believe you said you were returning to Portland?”
“Yeah, well, that’s no longer an option thanks to you. I need to clear my name first, get these hunter things off my trail, and we need to find your bitch of a sister.”
“Britannia went home. I drove you there, but it seemed like you weren’t in the mood.” He sat back smugly. The skin pulled taut over the smooth hard angles of his cheeks. He had the sunglasses on again. Now I was okay with that. The glow-y eyes thing weirded me out.
“Don’t even dare,” I replied. Had I imagined the hair? My fingers twitched in the memory of the softness. No, I hadn’t imagined it. I focused on the little hollow between his lush lips.
This shit pile was holy crap deep. I had no money or credit cards, even if I dared to use them. My ID was useless, and the car was stolen and registered to dead people-things. I gritted my teeth and got out. A car rushed past, swerving around me with a honk. I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
“Get out.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re driving.” I didn’t want to give up my control, but he’d dug me into a deep hole. I needed time to figure out what I was going to do. Turning myself into the police without knowing all the details was insanity. Going off on my own was potentially death-level insanity. Besides, first I needed to beat the shit out of Britannia for killing Gentry.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Home. Your home. As fast as we can get there.”
Wald raised an eyebrow, but he got out and walked around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat as I settled into the passenger side. I’d barely gotten my seatbelt buckled before he pulled the car off the shoulder, throwing me back against the seat. I yelped, digging my fingernails into the dashboard as he crossed the two lanes of traffic, drove across the median, then swerved the car into the lanes going in the opposite direction.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
“You said you wanted me to drive. Home is that way,” he said, pointing ahead.
“You could have taken the next exit. It has a ramp.”
He grinned. “Yes, Tails, but you said you wanted to go fast. I followed your instructions.”
Isteadied myself with the dashboard, the clutch of sleep clinging like cobwebs. In my dream, I had been falling off a fifty-story building. You don’t walk away from that kind of fall. I didn’t want to consider how much the dream resembled my current reality.
“Where are we?” I rubbed my neck. The horizon had light. It was 5:05 a.m. according to the clock. “Wow, I slept a long time.” He hadn’t even glanced at me. His shoulder-length almost black hair covered the edge of his glasses, and his jaw had bristles now. He must shave. That took me back to the vision of the hair. Had it been a dream?
“You were very asleep. It’s another hour to my home.”
“Really? We should be there by now.” Distracting myself, I did the mental calculation, and the numbers didn’t add up. “What about gas?”
“I got it.”
“Got it? When?”
