Wilder (Savage #2) by Jade C. Jamison

Author:Jade C. Jamison [Jamison, Jade C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B084GL63JJ
Goodreads: 51000829
Publisher: #PrB.rating#3.0
Published: 2020-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

As we trekked back up the mountain for what seemed like the thousandth time in the months we’d been there, Kevin moved the tire iron to his hand that held the jug and wrapped his free hand in mine. In spite of the fact that an overwhelming dread had taken up residence in the pit of my stomach, I felt no fear walking beside him. No matter what we had to face, I knew I could do anything with him.

It was like the infected man I’d had to kill a couple of months earlier. I never would have thought I’d have the strength or fortitude to do that, in spite of the fact that I knew I was a strong person, but Kevin’s belief in me and words of encouragement allowed me to grasp the idea that I could do anything I set my mind to.

Anything.

The closer we got to the house, the more anxious I felt. Something was wrong—very wrong—and I had no real way of knowing for certain. It was simply a feeling in the air, in my bones. It seemed as though Kevin could sense it in me or maybe he could feel it too, because we weren’t wasting anytime walking back.

As we rounded the last corner and took in the house nestled on the hill, nothing seemed amiss. It looked just like it had when we left, and yet that feeling of dread increased, making my stomach knot up. “You okay?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re as pale as the snow.”

I frowned. “Something’s wrong.”

“Inside?”

“I don’t know. Just…” The breath caught in my throat before I was able to add, “Let’s just be careful when we go inside.”

He nodded but said nothing. As we got closer to the deck, he pointed at a spot in the snow with the tire iron. I saw it, too. It wasn’t big, and if we hadn’t been looking down, we probably wouldn’t have spotted it—but it was blood.

Had someone infected found our hideaway?

Kevin brought the hand holding the tire iron up to his face and managed to stick his index finger up in front of his lips, indicating to me that he thought we needed to be quiet. I nodded my head to let him know I understood. Then, we walked the last few steps to the deck, and Kevin placed the jug of water on its flat surface, followed by the backpack. I followed suit, putting mine down on the deck as well before picking up the axe once more. Then he signaled me to follow him as he walked toward the front door that led to the living room of my aunt’s house. He didn’t go to the door, though. Instead, he walked to the big windows of the living room and pressed his hand against the glass, shielding the outside light, and then pressed his forehead against his hand. I joined him and also looked inside. Everything seemed still but…not quite right.

Kevin stepped away from the window and turned around to survey the land about the house.

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