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tempted by the suggestion. “It’s freezing out here.”
“I’m not touching her.” Weston’s hands lifted in surrender. I didn’t blame him. But he couldn’t see the black spirits and Brady hovering. Britt remained on the ground, dead to the world.
“I’ll drive her home if you put her in her car. Let’s go.” I jerked my head in the direction of the Mustang. The gathering crowd thickened. Somebody asked if they should call a doctor and Weston sneered. I told the Samaritan-lady we had everything under control. Still, it wouldn’t be long before management noticed what was going on and called the cops.
Begrudgingly, Weston slipped his arms beneath Britt and pulled her to her feet. He guided a limp, mumbling Britt to her waiting Mustang. I opened the passenger side door and he put her inside, then pried her arms from his neck. She blubbered into a crumpled heap. He closed the door.
Brady wagged his brows and morphed into the back seat of the Mustang. My mouth opened to shout at him, but I snapped it shut.
Weston rounded her car, as if he was going to be the one to drive her home. I raced around the back, meeting him at the driver’s side door. He glared. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll drive. You’re too angry.” With Brady and those black creatures in the car, who knew what would happen?
“I can drive without letting my feelings interfere,” Weston whispered with a look around at nosey onlookers.
My fingers on his chest, I grinned and lightly pushed him back. “You’d trust me to drive your truck? I didn’t think so. I’ll drive Britt home.”
He pinched his lips, as if fighting a smile. “Guess I’ll follow you.”
I really didn’t want to get in the car and be locked in such a small space with those disgusting creatures and Brady. Swallowing a nervous knot, I dipped into the driver’s side, and closed the door.
“Aw, I want Weston to drive,” Brady whined from the back seat. My hands shook as I wrapped my fingers around the steering wheel. “It’d be just like old times.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near him, loser,” I said, anger bubbling beneath my skin.
Brady let out a howling laugh. Britt stirred, her head lolling from left to right.
“You’ve always been kind of dense, Zoe. Don’t know what Weston sees in you. Oh, wait, yes I do. An easy score.”
My fingers tightened around the wheel. Disgust rolled from my stomach up my throat that I’d ever let Brady touch me, let alone once thought he had any decency inside of him.
Brady’s attention shifted to Britt, lying semi-conscious in the seat next to mine. His stare grew dark. Britt’s black spirits appeared oblivious to my presence, even though they seemed to be aware of Brady. They turned their heads his direction every now and then, eyes flashing, glimmering at him. Still, the three of them remained wholly concentrated on stimulating Britt.
“Man she was a wild ride,” Brady’s tone held nostalgia.
“You’re sick.”
“No, I’m dead, and I’m damned mad I’m dead, or I could be banging this slut right this very second.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I snorted. “Kinda hard to do when you don’t have a body anymore.”
“I’m sitting here aren’t I?” Brady ran his hands down his arms.
“Yeah, but what you’re feeling isn’t real. It’s just a memory. Sucks for you, Brady.”
A flash of fear crossed his face and his palms skimmed his thighs. Relief replaced the fear. He leaned forward, but the car didn’t shift at all from the movement, proving to me that Matthias was right about evil not having a body. How had Brady not noticed?
“Pull the car over and I can show you how real I am.”
I was ornery enough to bait him. “Why should I pull over? You want Britt? Take her.”
His eyes widened for a flash, then slit. “I knew you weren’t all that. See, you like to watch, don’t you?”
I couldn’t wait for him to realize he didn’t have a body. All those racing male hormones
“I’m not touching her.” Weston’s hands lifted in surrender. I didn’t blame him. But he couldn’t see the black spirits and Brady hovering. Britt remained on the ground, dead to the world.
“I’ll drive her home if you put her in her car. Let’s go.” I jerked my head in the direction of the Mustang. The gathering crowd thickened. Somebody asked if they should call a doctor and Weston sneered. I told the Samaritan-lady we had everything under control. Still, it wouldn’t be long before management noticed what was going on and called the cops.
Begrudgingly, Weston slipped his arms beneath Britt and pulled her to her feet. He guided a limp, mumbling Britt to her waiting Mustang. I opened the passenger side door and he put her inside, then pried her arms from his neck. She blubbered into a crumpled heap. He closed the door.
Brady wagged his brows and morphed into the back seat of the Mustang. My mouth opened to shout at him, but I snapped it shut.
Weston rounded her car, as if he was going to be the one to drive her home. I raced around the back, meeting him at the driver’s side door. He glared. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll drive. You’re too angry.” With Brady and those black creatures in the car, who knew what would happen?
“I can drive without letting my feelings interfere,” Weston whispered with a look around at nosey onlookers.
My fingers on his chest, I grinned and lightly pushed him back. “You’d trust me to drive your truck? I didn’t think so. I’ll drive Britt home.”
He pinched his lips, as if fighting a smile. “Guess I’ll follow you.”
I really didn’t want to get in the car and be locked in such a small space with those disgusting creatures and Brady. Swallowing a nervous knot, I dipped into the driver’s side, and closed the door.
“Aw, I want Weston to drive,” Brady whined from the back seat. My hands shook as I wrapped my fingers around the steering wheel. “It’d be just like old times.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near him, loser,” I said, anger bubbling beneath my skin.
Brady let out a howling laugh. Britt stirred, her head lolling from left to right.
“You’ve always been kind of dense, Zoe. Don’t know what Weston sees in you. Oh, wait, yes I do. An easy score.”
My fingers tightened around the wheel. Disgust rolled from my stomach up my throat that I’d ever let Brady touch me, let alone once thought he had any decency inside of him.
Brady’s attention shifted to Britt, lying semi-conscious in the seat next to mine. His stare grew dark. Britt’s black spirits appeared oblivious to my presence, even though they seemed to be aware of Brady. They turned their heads his direction every now and then, eyes flashing, glimmering at him. Still, the three of them remained wholly concentrated on stimulating Britt.
“Man she was a wild ride,” Brady’s tone held nostalgia.
“You’re sick.”
“No, I’m dead, and I’m damned mad I’m dead, or I could be banging this slut right this very second.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I snorted. “Kinda hard to do when you don’t have a body anymore.”
“I’m sitting here aren’t I?” Brady ran his hands down his arms.
“Yeah, but what you’re feeling isn’t real. It’s just a memory. Sucks for you, Brady.”
A flash of fear crossed his face and his palms skimmed his thighs. Relief replaced the fear. He leaned forward, but the car didn’t shift at all from the movement, proving to me that Matthias was right about evil not having a body. How had Brady not noticed?
“Pull the car over and I can show you how real I am.”
I was ornery enough to bait him. “Why should I pull over? You want Britt? Take her.”
His eyes widened for a flash, then slit. “I knew you weren’t all that. See, you like to watch, don’t you?”
I couldn’t wait for him to realize he didn’t have a body. All those racing male hormones
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