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“Where is it?” Driver asked in a gruff voice.
Erica tapped the bottle of orange juice.
He clenched his jaw distastefully.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. You knew what was going to happen. How do you expect this plan to work?”
He leant against the car, gazing down the way towards the door marked with a ‘ladies’ sign. “I don’t like it.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not. It has to be done. I don’t like it any more than you do,” Erica retorted.
Bo glanced between them, his arms folded across his tweed waist.
Driver shifted his feet; the sound of his black, Wing Cap shoes scraped against concrete. “Will it be enough time?”
“Yes,” Erica responded. “The effects should begin to kick in within an hour, maybe longer. My bet is on longer considering her bloodline.”
Driver mulled over this. He didn’t like it one bit but he knew it had to be this way.
“Just take it easy and drive at the speed limit. She has no reason to suspect anything,” she instructed, glancing into the distance.
“You do know that she’ll probably never forgive us for this?”
Erica shot him an acidic look with her stone, grey-green eyes. “I’m willing to take that risk,” she retorted stiffly. “Are you?”
He gazed at her coolly in response.
She then smoothed down her sandy-coloured bun with one hand and put the carrier bag of snacks and sandwiches on the back seat. She left the back door open –on her niece’s side- and waited for a short moment before asking, “Where is she?”
Right on cue, her niece came strutting out of the toilets.
Driver couldn’t look at her any more than a second as the weight of what was about to happen hit home. He got straight into the car and placed his hands heavily on the steering wheel. He didn’t turn his head, keeping it fixed straight ahead.
“You ready?” Erica called to her.
He listened to the sounds of Jaz’s approaching steps crunching against the stones scattered randomly on the tarmac. He closed his eyes. Those insignificant little sounds made his heart jump up to his throat. He swallowed hard, his throat so dry the lump got stuck there.
“Yep.” The car jolted a little as Jaz jumped inside. She shut the door and let out a sigh that was loud to his acute hearing.
He wanted to sprint out of the car as fast as he could, yet at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t bear to be away from her. It was a strange and new feeling that tore at his insides, unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
He held his breath as the others slid into their seats.
After mentally demanding himself to Get a grip, he turned on the engine, exhaled, and set off.
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Beasthood
Paranormal(BOOK ONE of The Hidden Blood Series) “The bloody, raw meat was tantalizing her; calling to her. She hated it and yearned for it all at once. 'Stop.' She ordered. 'What are you doing?!' 'So hungryyyyy,' snarled a primal voice deep within her. 'Don...
