Colliding Worlds Trilogy 01 - Collision by Berinn Rae Read Free Book Online

blackness, putting all her faith in his ability to find them a way out of this mess.
    Adrenaline kicked in as Legian helped Sienna weave around trees and crash through saplings in the cloudy night. He picked up the pace. Branches whipped at her from all directions, and she used her free arm as a shield. Still, she could hear footsteps closing the distance between them. Air blistered in her lungs, and her legs were bleeding momentum. She’d worked out twice a day for the past three months, and she was still no match for the speed of the military guys hot on their tails.
    “Omigod. You’re. A. Freaking. Mutant,” she panted out between breaths while trying to keep up with Legian.
    “Stay safe.”
    “Wha — ” Without any additional warning, Sienna went sailing the air. She bit back a scream, and then landed hard, rolling back onto her feet. Legian was strong, and he’d swung her into a gulley of some kind. She cautiously cocked her head side to side. No whiplash. Good. No broken bones. Good. Still, her body was going to hate her in the morning. Legian tended to forget that she lacked the Sephian ability to heal. And she made a mental note to remind him every chance she got for the next decade. Speaking of which … “Legian?” she whispered.
    No answer. Damn, damn, double damn.
    With the moon hidden by clouds, she couldn’t make out much in the blackness. She held out her arms and began to walk forward as fast as a nearly blind woman could in a forest. Once she could hear above her ragged breathing, she whispered again. “Legian? You here? I think we lost — oof .”
    Lying in the dirt, her shin throbbed. She leaned back against the fallen tree she’d catapulted over. To make matters worse, when she squinted, she saw Jax standing over her. Except now he wasn’t wearing a ten-gallon hat. His eyes were covered with night goggles, meaning he could see fine and dandy in the darkness. He held a GPS-style device in one hand with a flashing bleep right in the center, the red light glinting off the nine millimeter he held in the other. Damn, Legian had been right all along. She still had a second bug on her.
    “Where’s the one that was with you?” he commanded, the gun never wavering from the bulls-eye right between her eyes.
    “Tut, tut, Sienna. Then how’d you get two bikes out here?”
    Oops. “He ditched me.” Except the words sounded more like a question than a statement.
    “Halo Two reporting. Target One attained. At least one unaccounted for. No tracking,” he spoke into the night air.
    Sienna could barely make out his frown in the darkness. “Halo One. Come in.” He paused for a moment and looked around, his gun still trained on her. He tried to reach his squad several more times, and by the number of F-bombs he was dropping, he wasn’t getting the response he was looking for.
    “Thanks for the flowers, Jax.”
    He paused. “It didn’t have to be this way, Sienna.”
    Ever since Bobby died, every year Jax sent her flowers for her birthday. Too bad he got the date wrong. Just like Bobby. She took the risk and pulled herself up onto the log, yelped, and grabbed her leg. She winced and looked up at him. “I think my leg’s broken.”
    Jax watched her for a minute. A sliver of moon had peeked out from a cloud and made sweat glisten on his face. He did not look happy with the situation, which perked her up a little, considering she was downright miserable with how the night had turned out. Then, surprisingly, he slid the gun into his holster and reached down to her.
    Sucker.
    As he pulled her up, she whipped out the Taser from the waistband of her jeans, pushed him off her, and zapped the hell out of him. Electrical buzz filled the air as two wires sent a violent charge into his chest. The shot lasted five seconds, but she imagined it felt like an eternity for the poor bastard. When the burst stopped, he fell to the ground, his muscles paralyzed. She almost felt bad for him. Almost.
    Sienna bent over