Hunting John Doe by Heather Hiestand

Author:Heather Hiestand
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dark sci fi romance, alien royal romance, bounty hunter sci-fi, planet romance, dark science fiction romance, bdsm romance, alpha female romance
Publisher: Heather Hiestand
Published: 2018-10-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Quitting Time

HE COULDN’T LIFT THE fence. The ground continued to shudder. It was getting harder to stay on his feet. He saw the sidewalk crack a meter away. The hairline break widened, exposing dirt underneath the surface. His options were narrowing, but the fence wouldn’t give way. Should he hop back on the bike and ram the fence? No. He’d better leave that as a final option considering the damage it might do to him, much less his bike.

Back on the bike, he rode it around to the side of the house. There was a garage but it too was behind the fence. He would have to abandon the bike and climb the fence but at least he was off the street now, away from the crack. After he stepped down from his bike, he gave it a regretful pat.

A creaking noise came from the main avenue. Was the asphalt cracking in the road now? He didn’t want to look back and find out. Time to run. He moved as far back as he could, pumped his legs and arms, then jumped. He caught the fence only a few meters from the top and pulled himself up. Still in decent shape, despite everything. He chose the part of the fence next to soft-looking plantings rather than the driveway, trying to be smart. Once he had his boot heels locked into the fence links, precarious though it was in his footwear, he reached up and grabbed above his head, pulling himself up. Thank the gods the top wasn’t covered in barbed wire.

He looked up and saw the red-tinged clouds circling even faster. Then he saw a zigzag of lightning gash down, slapping onto the street not far from where he was. He winced, clinging to the fence, then realized he could be electrocuted if the lightning came much closer. Fingers bleeding from the sharp edges of the chain-link fence, unprotected by his half-gloves, he pulled himself to the top and crawled over. Pain lanced through him.

Spikes. The bastards had spiked the top. Tiny shards bit across his torso and the inside of his thigh as they hit the top of the fence. He arched his back in electric shock, pulled himself off the tiny impalements with a quick jerk, and fell off the fence. Instinctively, he curled into a ball, protecting his head, and hit the ground with a thud. His brain felt bruised, like it had sloshed against the inside of his skull. He’d bitten his tongue.

Swearing, he felt his legs, then his arms. No bones were sticking out at least, but he was going to be one big bruise by morning. He rolled to his back, saw lightning rake the sky again. At least he’d fallen inside the fence, though he had no idea how he’d get out again after the storm was over. He didn’t want to be spiked again. Given how bad the storm looked though, he’d probably have plenty of time to solve that problem. But he wondered if he’d ever see his bike again.

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