hadnât gone rusty. âHold this.â
He handed her the bag of weapons and the snacks, then shattered the driverâs window with his elbow. He popped the lock on the back door and opened it so Shanna could stash the goods inside, then shut it and grabbed her before he could second-guess his intentions. Tilting her chin, he forced her to look him in the eye. âWeâre going to be okay, Princess. Believe me?â
She shook her head but gave a contradictory half-smile. âNot sure anythingâs going to be okay again. But Iâm a big girl.â She lifted the hem of her t-shirt to dab at his bloodied elbow. She pulled out a piece of glass and winced before continuing. âThe rest of the world is going to have to figure out how to dealâand I will, too. Itâs not the first time in my life my worldâs been turned upside down.â
At first he thought she was referring to losing her parents when she was a kid, but something in her eyes made him wonder if she was referring to what had happened between them.
Before she could protest, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her mouth, and in an instant, he was in an all-too-familiar place that he didnât want to leave. It took all of his strength to pull away and open the driverâs doorâall his concentration to get the SUV running and pretend the kiss hadnât affected him at all.
âGet in,â he said, somewhat pleased to see she looked as dazed as he felt.
He twisted in his seat to rummage through the bag of weapons, passing her the knuckle rings. Sheâd won the womenâs division of the local boxing tournament last year, and he was pretty sure sheâd be more comfortable with her fists than with a dagger.
âThanks.â She took them, slid them onto her fingers, and made a fist. âI really hope I donât get close enough to one of those things to use it.â
So did he.
He put the SUV in reverse. âReady?â
âNo,â she answered. âBut I donât suppose I have a choice.
âItâll be all right.â
Her smile was faint, but at least it was there. âYou keep saying that, but you never were a good liar.â
And yet, when it had really counted, she hadnât been able to believe him.
He brushed the hair from her cheeks and pressed his mouth to her forehead. It was all the comfort he could offer right now. As he pulled onto the road, he slipped one hand over hers and gave a light squeeze, watching as she set the knuckle rings in her lap, closed her eyes, and pressed her head into her seat.
Occasionally, he found his gaze wandering back to her, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she fell asleep, and his desire to keep her safe only intensified. Heâd allowed whiskey to fill the void sheâd left inside him six months ago, but sober now, having her so close to him, he was remembering every perfect inch of her, every flaw that heâd adored.
If anything happened to her, he was a goner.
Theyâd only been on the road for about twenty minutes when she woke with a start, gasping for air as though sheâd been held under water, and scaring the shit out of Zach. He swung the SUV off the main road and let it idle at a stop sign so he could reach for her.
âYou all right?â
She nodded. âNightmare. I was hoping all of this was.â
This was the reason the Order worked in secret. Humans werenât meant to know that the creatures living in their fiction were real. Hell, heâd grown up with the knowledge and it was difficult for him to accept sometimes.
âWeâre definitely going to have to stick to back roads now,â he said, turning down the volume on the radio that had been keeping him company and up-to-date on what was happening outside their little bubble. âRoad blocks are popping up all over the interstate, redirecting evacuees around hazards. Could get a little