Page 31 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune (The Wayward Sons #4)
T hey were fucking running.
The vampires were running.
After us.
As we drove damn near eighty miles per hour.
The little bit of hope I’d had about making it out of there was extinguished. How the hell were we supposed to beat this?
A black blur came out of nowhere.
Sam swerved.
I was thrown back in my seat with the momentum.
“Need to make a fucking left, Rye!” Sam practically shouted. “Right now! Right fucking now!”
Riley didn’t reply, but the lights made a rapid switch. Horns honked and brakes squealed as Sam flew through the intersection.
I rotated quickly, trying to keep an eye on them.
One blur.
Two.
Three—
The window shattered, and I threw an arm up to protect my face from the spray of glass. A hand gripped my forearm while clicking filled the car, its vice grip so tight it threatened to break my bone.
“Oh, come on!” Sam yelled.
The car jerked violently to the right.
Then the left.
I struggled to get my gun raised.
“Stop moving the fucking car!” I snapped.
“I do that and we die!” he shot right back. Anything else he tried to say was lost in a horrific screech that threatened to blow out my eardrums.
Those fangs lengthened as that ugly skeleton of a face drew near.
“Fuck it,” I grit out tensely. I shoved the barrel of my gun to its forehead and hoped to hell I didn’t shoot Sam as the car flung around violently.
I fired.
Once.
Twice.
Three times because why not?
This was a do or fucking die situation.
Its body seized, and I shook my arm free as it began to dissolve.
“Another one bites the dust,” Sam said without an ounce of humor in his voice. I barked out a laugh. For the life of me, I couldn’t help it. I was hopped up on adrenaline and fear—both his and mine. Somehow, the dry humor was funny. He cracked a smile, chuckling slightly.
“ Make a right, ” Riley ordered, breaking the weird tension.
“On it,” he replied tightly. “How many bullets do you have left?”
“Not enough,” I muttered. Especially considering I’d overdone it and wasted two bullets on the last one.
“Keep your eyes peeled,” he told me. Under his breath, he added, “Fuck, we need magic windows.”
I opened my mouth to ask but shut it right away. I didn’t want to know if magic windows were possible. Sure, I’d spent years with my soul trapped in a greenhouse, but all of this was over my head. I was uncomfortable.
“Do you see anything?” he asked as minutes ticked by and nothing. The lack of everything vampire-related was almost more terrifying than actually dealing with one. I liked knowing what to expect. This set me on edge.
“Nothing,” I said.
“I don’t like it,” he responded. “Andrea? Nash?”
“ They vanished after you killed the one, ” she told us. “ I wouldn’t do a victory lap yet. ”
“ I have nothing ,” Riley interjected. That didn’t bode well. How the hell did vampires just disappear? Granted, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to that, considering everything else we were dealing with. “ Just get out of there while you can. ”
“It feels too easy,” Sam murmured. On that, I wholeheartedly agreed with him.