Guardian Ranger by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-01-31T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

She was trapped in the car.

Mommy wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t she moving? Daddy?

The nightmare of her past tangled with her present.

Veronica’s hands were against the dashboard. Broken glass was all around her.

Mommy had been bleeding. She’d been so still.

The seat belt bit into her shoulder.

She couldn’t get out of her seat. She was strapped in and she screamed and screamed because something was wrong. She couldn’t get out.

Her fingers fumbled. There was a click, and then the seat belt slid free. Her body sagged forward. The truck was at some kind of angle—it had slid down a little ravine and slammed into a tree.

Her forehead was wet. Her fingers lifted. Blood?

Daddy had been bleeding.

Her fingers fisted. She shoved the memory back into her mind. She wasn’t a child anymore. And she wasn’t alone.

Her head whipped to the right. “Jasper?” He was slumped over the steering wheel, not moving.

Had he been hurt in the crash or...no, before the crash. The memory of those desperate moments flooded through her. That sound that she’d heard hadn’t been thunder. It had been a gunshot. One that had blasted through the windshield—and hit Jasper.

Carefully now, so very carefully, she pushed him back. The sunlight spilled through the broken windows so that she could clearly see his blood-soaked chest. “Jasper!” This time, her cry was desperate.

His lashes fluttered. “Ver...onica? What...happened?”

“Someone shot us.” You. She tried to find his wound, but there was so much blood. She needed to put pressure on the wound. She had to stop the blood. That was what people always did on TV shows. Apply pressure. Stop the bleeding.

His eyes looked bleary. “Get...out...”

She leaned toward him. She was so scared that her whole body shook. “What? What is it?” There was a huge gash near the right side of his forehead.

“Have to...get out...shooter...coming...”

Her heart stopped.

“Disabled...vehicle...sitting duck...”

She didn’t want to be a sitting duck, but Jasper had to be suffering from some kind of head trauma if he thought she was just going to run off and leave him there alone. Because then he’d be the sitting duck.

Her gaze flew around the truck’s interior. Where was his cell phone? Hers? She fumbled next to his seat, found what she thought was his phone and—smashed.

His eyes began to sag closed again. “Go...”

The hell she was just going to leave him. They’d both go. She’d drag him out if she had to.

And I think I have to.

Veronica turned away from him and shoved against her door. It wasn’t budging. She shoved again and again, and then she angled her body and kicked.

The door finally groaned open.

“Hold on,” she told Jasper as she turned back to touch his cheek once more. Her fingers were covered with his blood. “I’m coming around to get you. We’ll both get out of here.” Somehow.

If she could just find her phone, maybe it would work and she could get Wyatt out there. He could help them.

She eased from the truck, glanced to the left, then the right. She didn’t see anyone, but then, she hadn’t seen the shooter, either.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.