Page 18 of Cruel Possession
Chapter Six
ZOE
Blood dripsdown my palm as I glance at the front seat of the van while tugging the loose piece of metal from the wall.
It’s not long enough to do too much damage, but if I go for Aiden’s eyes, the bastard isn’t going to be able to catch me.
I can run and be gone before he ever realizes what’s happening.
Wiping the blood down the damn wedding dress, I glance at the wound.
It’s small. It should heal with a little time.
The van comes to a halt, sending me careening into the wall.
Aiden chuckles from the front seat.
The door slams as he gets out.
Heavy footsteps sound from outside the van before the door slides open.
As soon as it does, I lunge.
The jagged edge of the metal bites into my hand even as I go for his throat.
He’s faster than I thought he would be, dodging and stepping to the side with a huff of laughter.
I swing again, but this time I plunge the metal into the inside dip of his elbow when he reaches for me.
“Fucking hell.” He shakes out his arm as I take off running.
We’re at his house. I recognize it from the endless hours of surveillance my people have done. Which means I know exactly how long it’s going to take me to reach the end of the driveway.
I just have to be faster than Aiden.
“Get back here!”
Snorting, I hike the skirt of the cursed wedding dress as high as I can, but it’s hard. The thing fits me like a second skin.
Where did he even get this?
I lean over just long enough to grab the hem of the lace skirt and rip jagged seams halfway up my thighs.
My heart pounds in my chest as I pull the skirt a little higher and run faster.
Blood rushes in my ears, and the only thing I can think about is getting to the road and finding a house I can break into. I just need a place to hide until I can call Morgana to come pick me up. Because I refuse to believe they took her.
I’m near the end of the driveway when a gunshot cracks through the air.
Pain explodes in my thigh as I stumble to the side, tripping over the skirt.
The pavement scrapes my hands as I collide with the ground.
I do my best to roll, pushing to my feet despite the white-hot pain in my thigh.
“Stupid fucker.” I grind my teeth together, fighting past the pain.
At a quick glance, it doesn’t look like anything more than a graze, a flesh wound, even if it does hurt like a bitch.
