Obsessed (Book #12 in the Vampire Journals) by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online

By then, people from inside the crumbling
church had begun filing out.
    “Quick,” Caitlin
cried, jumping on the back behind Caleb. “They’re coming.”
    But before Caleb
had a chance to accelerate away, the sound of police sirens began wailing out
from nearby.
    He took off,
swerving to avoid the people darting from the castle. Streaming out of Boldt Castle
after them came the police who had arrived by helicopter. Hurtling down the
dark, winding pathway toward them came several police cars, their lights
flashing furiously.
    “Now what?”
Caitlin cried.
    Caleb looked
over at her. He revved the motorcycle’s engine.
    “Now you hold
tight,” he said.
    Caitlin just had
time to loop her arms around his waist before the bike sped away.
     
    *
     
    The bike bumped
along the road. Caitlin was exhausted. She rested her head against Caleb’s
back, comforted by the steady thumping of his heartbeat, and gazed up at the
black night. But she knew she couldn’t rest. Scarlet needed her help and there
was no way she could pause for even a moment while she was in danger.
    “Any ideas?”
Caleb cried over his shoulder, battling to get his voice heard above the wind
and the police sirens that tailed them. “Directions?”
    Caitlin could
tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm and composed but he was just as
drained as she was.
    “I can’t sense
her,” Caitlin shouted back. “Not right now.”
    Caleb said
nothing, but Caitlin saw his hands tensed against the handlebars hard enough to
make his knuckles turn white.
    The bike flew
onwards, gradually increasing the distance between them and the police cars.
    The road was a
narrow country lane. It began to wind up a hill. Soon there was a steep drop on
one side and a cliff face on the other. Feeling queasy, Caitlin ducked down
behind Caleb’s back for protection. The wind danced through her hair.
    Just then, she
felt something vibrating in her pocket. Surely it couldn’t be her cell phone.
But when Caitlin reached inside her pocket she discovered that her cell phone
had, indeed, survived the ocean plunge. She hadn’t had reception before but now
suddenly it had sprung to life, flashing up to her that she had a voicemail.
    Caitlin dialed
her voicemail and listened to Aidan’s hurried voice on the other end.
    “Caitlin,” he
said. “Where are you? You need to call me back now.”
    The message
ended. That was it. She went to hit redial—but lost service.
    “Damn!” she
cried.
    “What is it?”
Caleb called over his shoulder.
    “We need to pull
over,” Caitlin replied, realizing as she glanced down at her handset that the
battery was on one percent.
    “I can’t pull
over,” Caleb replied. “The police are on our tail. We have to get far away from
this place first.”
    Just then,
Caitlin noticed a cave cut into the cliff side.
    “In there!” she
cried.
    Caleb sprung to
attention, twisting the bike’s handlebars with expert precision so that it
swerved and skidded into the cave, kicking up dirt before drawing to a halt.
    As soon as
they’d stopped, Caleb turned to face his wife. “Can you can sense Scarlet?”
    “No,” Caitlin
replied. “My phone came back. I need to call Aidan.”
    Just then, the
police cars that had been on their tail went screaming past the small cave
where Caitlin and Caleb were hidden.
    Caitlin grabbed
her cell phone and punched in Aidan’s number, praying that the battery would
hold out. He answered on the third ring.
    “You took your
time,” he said.
    “I’ve been a bit
busy,” Caitlin replied, thinking of the plane ride and ocean plunge. “So what
was it you needed to tell me?”
    Caitlin listened
to the sound of Aidan’s voice on the other end of the phone as he shuffled
around and rifled through books and papers. She felt her frustration grow.
    “Can you please
hurry up?” Caitlin barked. “I don’t have much battery.”
    “Ah, yes,” he
said at last.
    “What?” Caitlin
demanded. “Tell me!”
    “Tell me the