Page 110 of Risky Obsession

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Page 110 of Risky Obsession

The moon didn’t shine off the roof like it did for all the other cars. My breath hitched. It was the matte black BMW from the parking lot.

“Tory, that’s the car we followed from the castle. The door is open.”

“It must be his. Come on.” She sprinted ahead of me, and I hated how exposed she was as she darted between the vehicles.

I reached the driver’s side and the keys were in a slot in the door. “The keys are still here. Get in.”

As she raced around the other side, I tossed our bags into the back seat.

My pulse pounded in my ears as the silence of the hotel behind us rang loud and clear.

“Get down.” I pressed the start button, and the engine roared to life. I rammed the car into gear and the tires screeched against the asphalt as I peeled out of the parking lot.

The terror marring her expression tore out my heart.

At the top of the driveway, I yanked the steering wheel, careening us onto the road. The BMW’s powerful engine growled beneath us, and as I raced along the dark winding streets, Tory pulled her seatbelt on.

She ran her palm along the leg of her sweatpants. Her eyes were wide, her lips were thin, and she looked like she was going to pass out.

“You okay?” I asked.

“No.”

“We’ll be okay,” I said as I swerved around a corner faster than necessary.

She gripped the door. “Pull over. Pull over!”

I yanked the car to the side of the road. She opened the door, spilled from her seat, and raced across the grass to a thick bush. As I pulled on the handbrake, she vomited.

“Oh jeez.” I killed the engine and hurried around to her side. “Tory, I?—”

“Go away.” She flicked her hand over her back, warding me off as the sound of her retching echoed in the quiet night.

“Come on, let me —” I stepped closer.

“Go away!” She hurled again.

My heart was torn to shreds by the distress in her voice.

I stepped back, feeling helpless as Tory hunched over and her body shook with another violent purge.

The sound of her pain tore through me as I walked around to my side of the car. I wanted to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. But we’d gone way beyond that.

We didn’t just have a deadly killer on our tail. We would also have the cops.

I opened the back door and fished through my duffle bag for a shirt she could use to clean herself.

Once her moans of agony stopped, I returned to her side. Her legs wobbled as she walked to the car and leaned against the side.

“Here, take this.” I offered my shirt.

Her shoulders sagged as she pressed the shirt to her mouth.

In the moonlight, her skin was deathly pale. I hesitated, but I couldn’t see her distressed like this a moment more. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to my chest.

As I rubbed circles over her back, she sobbed into my chest. “We’ll be okay, Tory.”

Her shoulders tensed as she sucked in a massive shaky breath like just breathing hurt like hell.




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