Page 4 of A Cold Fateful Night
"The police station is at least ten blocks away." Withhis hands in his jacket pockets, he stood there looking down at her as if therewas merely a chill in the air. "You are already out of breath just fromwalking here not to mention freezing in your thin clothes and soakedshoes."
Lasette opened her mouth to argue, but he continued. Steppingforward he crowded her looking down into her eyes directly.
"And let's just say you do somehow make it there my littlechatterbox," Lasette couldn't look away, the steel gray eyes seem to have herin some sort of trance. "You really think the police are going to havetime on their hands between the storm of the century and a major outage to dropyou off at home? But hey, you're welcome to try—alone."
They might, he didn't know that her mind screamed to yell back athim. Not caring what he did anymore, she shook her head and moved away fromhim, she needed to clear her head from the spell his big warm body was puttingher under. Stepping back through the tracks they made she turned and gave him anequally mean look to match the one he gave her.
"Fine do you want," she yelled. "I have nointentions of traipsing all over Denver with you and your sour personalityanyways. Hopefully, your next idea, since they are obviously so much betterthan mine, work out for you."
A momentary look of shock passed over his face before he quicklysettled into anger. Like steel colored lightning his eyes crackled in quietfury.
"You think I'm enjoying this?" He took one menacingstep forward, closing some of the distant she achieved. "Let me be clear Iwould've been here a whole helluva lot faster if it hadn't been for you."
Outrage she opened her mouth to respond but couldn't find thewords. No, she refused to shout at the man in the middle of the street anylonger.
"Thank you for getting me out of the elevator Mr.Fields," she emphasized his name. "Goodbye," she said crisplybefore turning away.
Refusing to look back Lasette slowly made her way back along thepath they created. If she turned on Seventeenth street and kept down until shesaw all Olivedale street she would be able to get to the police station.
Dorian was right however, it was a really long way in thisweather. Well it didn't matter, she thought hugging herself tighter, she had nochoice so regardless she had to try.
Turning down Seventeenth street she let out a pitiful groan at thesnow packed sidewalks. There were no deep premade tracks for her toconveniently follow in. For a moment she considered walking in the tire tracksin the street but decided against it. The conditions were too bad for her tohear or see a vehicle in time not to mention the driver not being able to seeher on the unlit street. Stepping down on the crunching snow she slowly madeher way forward.
The sounds of shouting echoing across the buildings startled her,but it was the sound of shattering glass followed by raucous yelling that madeher stop in her tracks. Steadying herself against the building’s brick wall shestrained to decipher the sounds. Her mind already pieced together what it wasbut her nervous twisting stomach wanted to rebuke it.
Someone or some people, by the sound of the numerous voices, werelooting some of the nearby stores.
Dear God she needed to turn back. Alone, defenseless, and not tomention female around a bunch of criminals on a lawless night like this spelledcertain unspeakable disaster.
The sounds of men yelling and glass crunching and breaking bouncedoff the walls around her in a terrifying cacophony, Lasette couldn't tell wherethey were coming from. The sounds were coming closer. Lasette's body felt arenewed a bolt of energy as she tried to quickly backtrack in the sinking snow.She only made it a few feet when the voices became clear.
Dear God, they sounded like they were right behind her, Lasetteprayed they wouldn't see her in the darkness.
"Hey!" The male shout behind her made her heart stop.
Turning to look back over her shoulder she could see the darkoutline of two men at the intersection she was initially heading towards.
One of the shadowy figures pointed at her shouting. "Heydon't leave. Where’re you going?" The undertone of wild humor laced withaggression told her he didn't mean her any good.
Cold terror gripped her, spurring every aching muscle to movefaster. Pulling her legs up higher through the high snow she ran half hoppedback through her tracks stumbling back around the corner to the originalstreet.
The painful grip to her upper arm caused her to cry out in fear.Pulling her upright against her will, Lasette was prepared to scream when shefelt the cold hand slap over her mouth, and familiar gray eyes meet her gaze.
Fear, shock, elation everything rushed through her, making herwant to faint. Not giving her a second of reprieve Dorian swung her body aroundhim forcing her to stumble and fall in the snow behind him. Lasette wanted totell him about the men and that they needed to run but the unexpected fall intothe freezing snow took her breath away. Pushing herself to stand, Lasette'sheart beat faster as she heard the multiple sounds of snow crunching echoingoff the silent street's walls. Oh God, they were actually following her.Horrific thoughts immediately sprung to her mind paralyzing her with fear.Looking to Dorian, Lasette finally realized why he was just standing there.With his gloves off Dorian stood ready next to the corner of the building withhis feet shoulder width apart—and gun in hand.
When did he…? Her mind didn't allow her to finish that questionbefore another one superseded that one. Did he intend to use it? Lasettecouldn't see his face, but she knew the answer to that, the waves of powerfuldetermination rolling off of him told her as much.
Too frightened to speak Lasette pressed herself against the wallin fear as she heard the multiple steps around the corner.
"Hey where… Whoa, what the fuck?" The two men stopped atthe sight of Dorian. Standing in the middle of the intersection the three menfaced each other. The two guys were about five yards away from Dorian who stoodcalmly with his gun in his hand to his side.
Despite the sheer terror pumping through her body a perversehumorous thought passed through her mind, standing there with his gun down athis side Dorian reminded her of a gunfighter of the old West.
With a lethally calm voice, Dorian spoke first. "Turn aroundand go back the way you came."
Not able to make out their faces in the dark street Lasettewatched with a held breath as one of the men took a step forward.
"Man fuck you we ain't…" The man's hostile words stoppedshort when Dorian changed positions, in a blink of an eye Dorian raised his gunto the level of his chest.
