Redneck Apocalypse Special Edition Box Set by Eden Hudson

Author:Eden Hudson [Hudson, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01JAKC59O
Publisher: The River Pirate Alliance
Published: 2016-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Tiffani

I don’t know how long I dragged my half-body across that sea of hot broken glass. I had to stop and rest so many times that I lost count. At some point along the way, I started crying. Back in the real world, I could’ve healed a hundred times over already, even re-grown the bottom half of my body. In Colt’s mind I was some sort of human thing, not alive enough to die and not undead enough to heal. For some reason, he was too determined for me to change that.

I didn’t even know where I was going. No idea what I was looking for or what I would eventually do once I found it. This was pointless.

I could leave. Give up and go back to my own mind.

The second I began to consider leaving, I could feel my body returning to full strength, unharmed and intact.

I’m not doing that, damn it. Immediately, I dropped back onto the glass, a solid smack that made a sound like a fallen chandelier. Shards of pain embedded themselves in my face, chest, and palms.

So, that’s how this is going to be? I asked Colt.

No answer.

Fine. I reached out and tried half-swimming, half-pulling myself through the glass.

Pain is a strange motivator. It kept me moving, but at the same time it forced me to find a way to escape what I was doing.

I wanted to remember the first time I saw Colt, but I couldn’t. It would’ve been in the bakery, probably as an infant. Shannon came by nearly every day after we worked things out, and I went to a lot of trouble never to see her anywhere else. If I could’ve banned her from coming by the bakery, I would have. If I could have made myself move far away from Halo, I would’ve. But I’d never had any willpower where Shannon was concerned.

Maybe that was the real reason I had kept from making a move on Colt all these years, even knowing how he felt about me. Maybe it had been a belated attempt to exercise some control. Or maybe it had been punishment for all those times I’d given in to Shannon.

Thinking back, I did have one memory of a day that she had come by with the boys. Sissy was in kindergarten, Shannon was eight months along with Tough, and Ryder was driving her crazy. He spent the whole time they were there touching things he wasn’t supposed to, yelling, banging the salt and pepper shakers on the table, and making messes. After the third time Ryder stood up and started bouncing on the booth seat, Shannon grabbed him by the arm and swatted him on the backside.

“Stop,” she said. “Just sit down and eat your turnover.”

When she came back to the counter, she was rubbing her eyes.

“I don’t know what to do with that kid, Tiff. Spanking doesn’t work. Yelling doesn’t work. Timeouts, making him clean his room, begging him, bribing him—nothing works.”

As if to prove her point, Ryder got up and started bouncing in his seat again.

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