Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“The amusement park is huge,” he tells me. “We have no choice but to split up.”
“I know,” I tell him, mentally going over the park map that I’d become accustomed to before I’d even arrived in Blue Springs. There are too many variables and too much space that needs to be covered. We need a whole fucking team for this, but it’s just us, and lucky for Shadow, we’re the best she’s ever going to get. “This is exactly what they wanted.”
Reaper nods in agreement. “Keep your wits about you. Stick to the shadows, and if you have a shot to take them out, don’t hesitate. Until this is over, you don’t stop. Watch your back and don’t falter.”
“I won’t,” I tell him, feeling that same energy pulsing through my veins just as Reaper pulls into the massive parking lot, his screeching tires alerting anyone in the vicinity that we’re here. “I’m ready.”
The car comes to a halt right by the front entrance, and Reaper reaches across, taking my hand. “Don’t fucking die,” he tells me, and all I can do is hold his stare and nod, speaking the same exact words right back to him in silence.
Don’t fucking die.
He blows out a heavy breath, and with one last squeeze of my hand, we make a break for it, both of us pouring out of the car and instantly becoming nothing more than lethal hunters moving through the entrance of the old amusement park.
Reaper goes to the left as I turn to the right, and as my feet pound against the pavement, my gaze sweeps for any sign of Shadow. My heart races in a way it never has before. I’ve been overcome by adrenaline in fight-to-the-death situations more times than I can possibly count, but this one feels different.
I’ve never felt such overwhelming fear like this before. The knot in my stomach grows, and the deeper I get into the amusement park, the tighter that knot becomes. I should have found her by now, should have found some kind of hint.
Terror grips me, and just as I loop back around an old merry-go-round for the second time, a piercing scream cuts through the night, and before the sound has even finished tearing through the sky, I’m running with one of Reaper’s custom blades in my hand.
I follow the sound, and just as I break out past a crumbling Ferris wheel, a fiery blaze cuts through the sky.
My heart sinks, and for a moment, I don’t know if that scream cutting through the night is coming from me. I keep running toward the blaze, and as my vision adjusts, I realize the firefly blaze is a cart on the rollercoaster tracks, and the scream is coming from inside it.
“Fuck.”
My gaze darts from left to right as I run faster than I’ve ever run in my life, frantically searching for Gasoline. Because where there is fire, there’s usually a redheaded bitch trying to make her escape. But not tonight. She’s not getting away with this.
My gaze darts to the rollercoaster track before sailing back to the ground. She’s gotta be close by, somewhere near the entrance of the massive ride, and just as I approach the ride, my lungs heaving for sweet oxygen, I see the flash of red I’ve been looking for.
Desperation cuts through me as she makes her getaway, and I dart to the left, lining myself up perfectly with her as I rear my arm back. “Hey, bitch,” I roar.
Gasoline glances back over her shoulder, her eyes widening in fear, realizing that she hasn’t gotten away with this, and before she has a chance to put one foot in front of the other, I fling my arm forward, letting my blade sail through the air.
It plunges right through the center of her throat with so much force, a portion of the handle becomes lodged in her airway, and I don’t bother to check just how quickly the bitch dies as I continue toward the track.
I would have loved to take her out in any other way, to make her truly pay for the hell she put Eagle through and the brutal way she attempted to do the same to me, but with Shadow on that burning cart, I have no choice but to be okay with this.
I don’t stop for the blade or even bother to collect the stack of IDs she stole off me. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. Instead, I sail on past her limp body and through the entrance of the massive rollercoaster.
The track is huge, and judging by the look of it, these rides haven’t been in use for ten or twenty years. There’s no telling what’s going to happen to that burning cart on these tracks, and with Shadow inside of it, I’m not willing to find out.