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“Victory wins again!”the referee shouted, hauling her to her feet.The crowd had gone wild, but GG had refused to work with her again.
“Good times,” Victoria said, feeling even more nostalgic now.“I wonder what happened to that crazy shizbag.”They’d both lived in Manhattan, but had rarely run into each other.GG lived on the Upper East Side and Victoria lived on the West Side.Her rival hung out with the obscenely wealthy.Victoria hung out with her work friends, who all hated GG.
Reminiscing about the past had kept her so occupied that she almost missed the turnoff.It was late in the afternoon and she needed to find somewhere to rest for the night.
Jogging down the exit, Victoria followed it to a gas station.The small town with tidy houses and big yards offered her plenty of choices.It wasn’t until she reached the first house that she sensed something was wrong.
A shot rang out and Victoria ducked.The bullet whizzed past her ear from behind.Casting a look over her shoulder, she saw a man standing on the bed of a pickup truck.The vehicle was hidden behind a clump of trees.She hadn’t even noticed it when she’d jogged past.His rifle was resting on the roof of the truck.He sighted again and she began zigging and zagging as other guns began to fire.
“Mother fudgers!”she shouted, sprinting for cover.She smashed through the front door of the closest house, then saw someone rushing at her with a cleaver lifted up high.The middle-aged woman snarled as she slashed at the intruder.
Victoria caught her wrist and twisted her hand, snapping her bones.She wrapped her arm around the lunatic’s neck and broke it by squeezing her bicep hard.
Her senses picked up humans coming from all directions, flooding towards the house she’d taken refuge in.
“I’m up shiz creek this time,” she realized, dread making her stomach sink to her sneakers.The entire town was full of crazies and they were all intent on murdering her.
Chapter Seventeen
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CAMRIEL HAD AN OMINOUSfeeling that something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.It had started a few minutes ago and he was feeling sick to his stomach with dread.
“What’s wrong, Cam?”Grace asked.They’d all headed to town to search the hire yard that morning.They’d been lucky enough to find several bulldozers and a truck to load one onto.There was also a small cement truck that would be perfect for their needs.They’d driven both vehicles back to their base to get to work.So far, they’d managed to move both boulders out of the way.Amaros had just finished driving the cement truck to the open area at the front of their base.He was about to shift the boulders back with the bulldozer.This time, he would leave more room to drive around them without the danger of driving off the cliff.
“I’m not sure,” Camriel said, rubbing his chest.Now he was starting to feel the muscles around his heart tighten.
“Are you sick?”Zoe queried in concern.
“The Knights of Order don’t get sick,” Amaros refuted.He studied his second, seeing he was pale and his eyes were a bit wild.“What are you feeling, exactly?”he asked.
“Anxious,” Camriel replied.“But I don’t know why,” he added in frustration.
Amaros cast his mind back to how he’d felt when he’d sensed his cambion was in danger.He’d felt the same weird anxiety.“You could be having a premonition that your mate will soon be in danger,” he said.
Cam’s eyes widened and his fists clenched.“That’s it!”he exclaimed.“My cambion will be in peril and I need to go to her aid!”He’d felt uneasy when Zoe and Grace had been in trouble, but this was far worse.
