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hand hard against the horn, trying to get her attention, trying to warn her. But there was no stopping her, just as there had been no reasoning with her. She kept right on going.
What the hell was she thinking? She’d roared past a warning sign as if it had been nothing. But he’d seen the map. He’d seen the warning not to leave the road, and he’d seen the hatched areas that signalled the danger zone.
Sinking sands.
The desert around here was full of them, their appearance indistinguishable from the surrounding desert, traps for unwary travellers or wayward beasts.
He’d learned that lesson the hard way. He’d seen one swallow an entire camel during his month in the desert—the doomed animal’s neck and head flailing hopelessly, its limbs already stuck deep within the remorseless sucking sand, its eyes wide and desperate, its panicked bleats sounding more like screams. The unnatural sound was what had drawn him to the pit’s edge, and the noise had continued while he fought to save the doomed animal. But there had been no saving it, and soon, despite his efforts, both the camel and the sound had been swallowed up, and the desert had fallen silent but for the howl of the empty wind.
Oh, God, he’d seen first-hand what those sands could do.
The car in front screamed up a dune, launching itself into the hot, thin air, disappearing at a crazy angle over the other side and sending his gut lurching. He wanted her to stop—but not because she’d rolled the car!
It seemed to take an eternity to get there, until he topped the dune and could breathe a sigh of relief. He was in luck. She’d stopped at last. Maybe she’d come to her senses. Or maybe…
His blood chilled as he drew closer and skidded to a halt,sending a cloud of red sand into the air. There was a reason she’d stopped. Her tyres were buried deep in sand, the car stuck fast.
And then he saw her door swing open and the car tilt ever so slightly with it, shifting ever deeper to one side, and something curdled in his gut.
‘Sera, no!’ he yelled. ‘Don’t get out!’
She turned her head, her eyes wide, but it was surprise he read in them first and foremost, as if she thought it odd that he should be here. What did she think? That he would let a lone woman drive off into the desert by herself? She didn’t know him at all if she thought that.
‘Stay there. Close the door.’
She looked at him as if he was mad, and he could understand why. She no doubt wanted to get out of the car, not lock herself inside while the car worked its way into a sandy grave. There was no point trying to explain to a society princess and no time, but the last thing he wanted was for the car to slip sideways and make it even harder for her to climb out.
Besides, it was a car and not a flailing-limbed camel, too panicked and too stupid to know that fighting the wet sand was the worst thing it could do and would only hasten its demise. The car would sink slower if it didn’t go down nose first, but not with the doors open.
Maybe Sera was just too afraid to argue, because she reached out, trying to pull the heavy door back. ‘It won’t budge,’ she cried, and he cursed when he saw why.
Already the bottom corner of the door was dragging at the sucking sands. Soon the soft sand would pour through the open door, claiming the car for its own. ‘Leave it,’ he ordered, ‘and get into the back.’
The car tilted further as she scrambled over the front seats. Meanwhile he moved cautiously closer, testing each step beforegiving it his full weight. ‘Watch out!’ he heard her call, as if he were the one stuck in the middle of a pit of sinking sand.
His foot found the edge of the pit, sinking into the soft, damp sand just a couple of feet short of the car’s tailgate, but at least she hadn’t landed the car any further in. He might have to congratulate her for that once they were out. Still, it would be a stretch, but he should be able to reach the tailgate. He
What the hell was she thinking? She’d roared past a warning sign as if it had been nothing. But he’d seen the map. He’d seen the warning not to leave the road, and he’d seen the hatched areas that signalled the danger zone.
Sinking sands.
The desert around here was full of them, their appearance indistinguishable from the surrounding desert, traps for unwary travellers or wayward beasts.
He’d learned that lesson the hard way. He’d seen one swallow an entire camel during his month in the desert—the doomed animal’s neck and head flailing hopelessly, its limbs already stuck deep within the remorseless sucking sand, its eyes wide and desperate, its panicked bleats sounding more like screams. The unnatural sound was what had drawn him to the pit’s edge, and the noise had continued while he fought to save the doomed animal. But there had been no saving it, and soon, despite his efforts, both the camel and the sound had been swallowed up, and the desert had fallen silent but for the howl of the empty wind.
Oh, God, he’d seen first-hand what those sands could do.
The car in front screamed up a dune, launching itself into the hot, thin air, disappearing at a crazy angle over the other side and sending his gut lurching. He wanted her to stop—but not because she’d rolled the car!
It seemed to take an eternity to get there, until he topped the dune and could breathe a sigh of relief. He was in luck. She’d stopped at last. Maybe she’d come to her senses. Or maybe…
His blood chilled as he drew closer and skidded to a halt,sending a cloud of red sand into the air. There was a reason she’d stopped. Her tyres were buried deep in sand, the car stuck fast.
And then he saw her door swing open and the car tilt ever so slightly with it, shifting ever deeper to one side, and something curdled in his gut.
‘Sera, no!’ he yelled. ‘Don’t get out!’
She turned her head, her eyes wide, but it was surprise he read in them first and foremost, as if she thought it odd that he should be here. What did she think? That he would let a lone woman drive off into the desert by herself? She didn’t know him at all if she thought that.
‘Stay there. Close the door.’
She looked at him as if he was mad, and he could understand why. She no doubt wanted to get out of the car, not lock herself inside while the car worked its way into a sandy grave. There was no point trying to explain to a society princess and no time, but the last thing he wanted was for the car to slip sideways and make it even harder for her to climb out.
Besides, it was a car and not a flailing-limbed camel, too panicked and too stupid to know that fighting the wet sand was the worst thing it could do and would only hasten its demise. The car would sink slower if it didn’t go down nose first, but not with the doors open.
Maybe Sera was just too afraid to argue, because she reached out, trying to pull the heavy door back. ‘It won’t budge,’ she cried, and he cursed when he saw why.
Already the bottom corner of the door was dragging at the sucking sands. Soon the soft sand would pour through the open door, claiming the car for its own. ‘Leave it,’ he ordered, ‘and get into the back.’
The car tilted further as she scrambled over the front seats. Meanwhile he moved cautiously closer, testing each step beforegiving it his full weight. ‘Watch out!’ he heard her call, as if he were the one stuck in the middle of a pit of sinking sand.
His foot found the edge of the pit, sinking into the soft, damp sand just a couple of feet short of the car’s tailgate, but at least she hadn’t landed the car any further in. He might have to congratulate her for that once they were out. Still, it would be a stretch, but he should be able to reach the tailgate. He
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