Winter's Wrath: Sacrifice (Winter's Saga #3) by Karen Luellen Read Free Book Online Page A

him!”
    “We can’t, Meg,” Theo’s voice was dark, ominous.
    “Why?” she begged.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” Theo glanced at Margo, then back at Meg through the rear-view mirror.  His eyes were filled with sadness and something else.  Meg felt a surge of anger come from him.  So uncharacteristic was that emotion from the kindhearted doctor, she turned her full attention to him, even through the tears.
    “Since it was his lab, Paulie had to agree.  There was just no going back.  So we rigged the lab.  The boys and I rigged the lab to blow up by remote access.  I don’t want that serum falling into any more hands.  It’s pure evil, and I hate what it has done to our lives.”  Meg felt a shudder of fury hit Theo as real as any she had felt from Williams. 
    “We can’t go back because there will be nothing to go back to,” he added, tightening his jaw.
    “Who has the remote?” Margo asked coolly.  She was just as livid as Meg was at being left in the dark.
    Andrews gripped the steering wheel more tightly.  His knuckles whitened at her question.
    “Creed,” Meg said, no affect to her voice.  “Creed has the remote.  You knew all along he was planning to sacrifice himself, to stay behind, and you didn’t stop him! ”  She was so angry she couldn’t see straight. 
    “I didn’t know he was planning a suicide mission.  He could have triggered the remote from this car.  He chose to stay.  That was never part of my plan.” Theo looked to Margo for understanding.
    “Theo, how could you do this without talking with me?  Don’t you respect me more than that?”  Margo was equally angry and hurt, but she kept talking.  “Creed is Alik’s brother —h is blood brother.  He chose to lead a good life and was therefore just as much a son to me as Al i or Evan.  Turn the car around .”
    “Margo, no.  I’m not letting you put yourself in harm’s way again!  Damn it!   We are getting out of here!”
    M eg wrapped her aching mind around a quote she read years ago: “Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.” 
    Pop! Pop! Pop!
    “Oh, God, no!” Meg cried , spinning around in her seat to co nfirm what she already suspected.
    Paulie sped up in his van and motioned frantically behind him. 
    “Oh, no!” Theo groaned, glancing in the rear-view mirror.
    “What?” Margo was craning her neck around to see behind them.
    That’s when they heard the first shot ricochet off the thick metal shell of the vehicle.
    Meg was already getting her gun out, slamming the safety off and rolling down a window, cursing her self for having dropped her focus on the rabid dogs. 
    Three motorcycles roared behind them , and they were packing.
    Meg didn’t even have any more time to think about wha t was happening to Creed.  She just slipped into survival mode. 
    “Be careful, Meg,” Mom called even as she hung out of her window, aiming the micro uzi.
    Meg slipped her hand out of the window, lined up her target, and exhaled as she pulled the trigger, aiming for the gas tank.  His bike exploded and his body flew.  She was so angry at the injustice of everything; she didn’t even let her self feel for him. 
    Pop, pop, pop, pop!
    M argo ’s aim was thrown off as they hit one of the airport’s many asphalt speed bumps. 
    Meg slowed her breathing, aimed and blew out this one’s back tire.  Body number two flew through the air.
    Two down, one to go.
    The last rabid dog was playing differently than the other two.  Meg focused her emotional energy and tried to figure out what made this one different.   She found the same black static, but this was had a different dimension to him .  This one was clever.  Unlike the other two who just used brute anger and brainless force to attack, Meg sensed this one was devising a plan. 
    He swerved away and slipped down what looked like a cargo loading driveway. 
    “Mom, this one’s different.  He’s going to try to sneak up on us,”