Lonely Rider - The Box Set: A Motorcycle Club Romance - The Complete Series by Devenport Melissa

Author:Devenport, Melissa [Devenport, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Perfect Harmony Publications
Published: 2019-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

KIRSTIN

Blood. There was so much blood. It coated her hands, sticky and burning. The blood flowed like rives over the dirt. A barren field with acres and acres of dirt, all awash in blood.

A scream rose up, shrill in the night. She didn’t realize it was coming from her, torn from her throat. In the distance, two specters hovered. Bodies. Her mother. Her father.

Her mother’s head was caved in, the blow gruesome and gory, half of her face torn away. Her father’s body had been brutalized, tortured, hacked to bits so that his limbs hung by sinewy strands.

Bile burned up her throat when her mother reached for her, her fingers dripping dark, sticky, purplish blood. She opened her mouth in silent supplication, her sightless eyes staring forward, seeing nothing at all.

Nothing at all.

The screams filled up the night. Her mother’s. Her father’s. Her own.

“Kirstin! Kirstin, hey!” A gentle voice broke through the terror of the dream and Kirstin pulled herself from the nightmarish landscape.

She struggled to open her eyes, but when she did, Damon’s face swam into view. “Oh god,” she sobbed. She pushed herself upright and glanced around. They were in the woods, well, not the woods, just a treed in area off a back road. They’d stopped to rest.

She was confused and disoriented. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and not even the warmth of the morning, the sun high and cutting through the trees, had a hope of warming her. She swallowed hard and shuddered when she realized that the acrid taste of bile in the back of her throat was real.

The leaves rustled beside her and Kirstin turned to face Damon. He blinked hard, his long, dark lashes fluttering down over his glacial eyes for a brief pause. Why hadn’t she noticed that they were so thick before? They were pretty, those eyelashes, like they should belong to a woman. Then again, men always seemed to have great eyelashes. It was a crime really.

She smiled slowly when she realized what she was thinking about. Anything was better than reliving that dream. She brushed a hand up to her hair and found it snarled and knotted as her hood fell away.

“What time is it?”

Damon blinked again. He’d sat up with her and was perched on the edge of the blanket as though danger lurked around the next corner. Maybe it did. Her spine stiffened as a tremor raced up it.

“I would say noon, judging from the sun. We needed to stop and sleep. We couldn’t keep driving like that.”

“Yeah. I know.” She glanced at his bag, which was set by their makeshift bed. “Do you have anything to eat? I brought a little bit, but I think we should definitely fuel up before we go. We’ll have to stop for real gas too. My bike is just about empty.”

“Mine too. And yes, I brought a few things.”

“Okay.” She nodded, aware that she was making small talk because she suddenly felt extremely awkward.

“Okay.” Damon nodded. His eyes never left her face.

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