Binding Fire: Paranormal Romance (Bad Boys of the Underworld Book 3) by Mallory Crowe
Authors: Mallory Crowe
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just miles and miles of open farmland and straight, unbending roads.
He knew this was no normal police chase. For one, there were no sirens blaring behind him. The other giveaway was that the two people in the cruiser were not radioing for backup. With his sharp vision, he could see there were two men in the car, but the passenger was talking on a cell phone instead of a police-issued radio.
Oh, and the small fact that the woman sitting next to Kier had a price on her head big enough to entice every demon on the continent to drop what they were doing to look for her. Odds weren’t in their favor.
Kier clenched his jaw as he steered the car back onto the road, just barely keeping control of the vehicle. The road was relatively clear now, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be driving on the dirt again. It was unavoidable at these speeds.
Her car was dependable enough, but it wasn’t made for high-speed chases. He had to assume that her engine would fail before the newer-looking police cruiser’s did. His eyes darted over the flat farmland, seeking any way out of the chase.
They went over a bump in the road, and in the two seconds that their car was air-bound, Muriel’s hand tightly clasped over where his rested on the gearshift, as though seeking reassurance.
Have to keep her safe.
Part of him knew that if she died, he would as well, due to the binding spell, but it was more than that. He didn’t want her to hurt anymore, physically or mentally. He had known enough of her pain to last him a lifetime.
As they approached more cars, he held her hand tightly as he swerved onto the gravel and dirt shoulder again. He just barely controlled the car once they were clear of the law-abiding traffic.
“Shit,” Muriel whispered.
He looked farther ahead and his mind echoed her sentiments. Two cars formed a roadblock about half a mile up the road; a lone woman stood out in front of the cars. Faced with very limited options, Kier put even more power on the gas. “Hold on tight,” he yelled as he aimed right for the center of the makeshift roadblock, where there was a small gap. It was the best chance they had to make it through, and Kier was going to take it.
The woman who stood directly in front of the oncoming vehicle didn’t seem worried at all. She stood confidently until the last possible moment. When Kier was just ten feet away from her in the speeding Ford, she held up one arm, palm facing out. The impact on the car was like hitting a brick wall. The front end was completely smashed, and the momentum had the trunk end of the car rising off the ground until the vehicle stood straight up, balanced for a few seconds on the front bumper alone before gravity took hold and the car tipped on its side with jarring impact.
For a long second, Kier couldn’t move. Broken glass and the smell of hot metal assaulted his senses. The knowledge of imminent danger roused him to action. They were surrounded by enemies and trapped out in the open.
“Muriel, we need to move,” he croaked out, only then realizing how much his chest hurt from the impact. When he looked to Muriel, she was unconscious; her head limply rested against the broken window that was now right over the concrete of the highway.
“Give us the girl,” a man’s voice shouted from the road.
Kier growled deep in his throat. No one was taking her from him.
He tried to open his door, but at some point during the crash, it had jammed shut. He slammed his elbow into the driver’s side window, punching it until the already broken window was wide enough for him to squeeze through, though this had the unfortunate side effect of raining broken tempered glass over him and Muriel.
He looked back to Muriel and tried to think of the best way to safely lift her out of the car when the gunshots started. Three loud explosions of gunpowder echoed in the car as they tore into the windshield. Kier instinctively lunged toward Muriel to cover her body with
He knew this was no normal police chase. For one, there were no sirens blaring behind him. The other giveaway was that the two people in the cruiser were not radioing for backup. With his sharp vision, he could see there were two men in the car, but the passenger was talking on a cell phone instead of a police-issued radio.
Oh, and the small fact that the woman sitting next to Kier had a price on her head big enough to entice every demon on the continent to drop what they were doing to look for her. Odds weren’t in their favor.
Kier clenched his jaw as he steered the car back onto the road, just barely keeping control of the vehicle. The road was relatively clear now, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be driving on the dirt again. It was unavoidable at these speeds.
Her car was dependable enough, but it wasn’t made for high-speed chases. He had to assume that her engine would fail before the newer-looking police cruiser’s did. His eyes darted over the flat farmland, seeking any way out of the chase.
They went over a bump in the road, and in the two seconds that their car was air-bound, Muriel’s hand tightly clasped over where his rested on the gearshift, as though seeking reassurance.
Have to keep her safe.
Part of him knew that if she died, he would as well, due to the binding spell, but it was more than that. He didn’t want her to hurt anymore, physically or mentally. He had known enough of her pain to last him a lifetime.
As they approached more cars, he held her hand tightly as he swerved onto the gravel and dirt shoulder again. He just barely controlled the car once they were clear of the law-abiding traffic.
“Shit,” Muriel whispered.
He looked farther ahead and his mind echoed her sentiments. Two cars formed a roadblock about half a mile up the road; a lone woman stood out in front of the cars. Faced with very limited options, Kier put even more power on the gas. “Hold on tight,” he yelled as he aimed right for the center of the makeshift roadblock, where there was a small gap. It was the best chance they had to make it through, and Kier was going to take it.
The woman who stood directly in front of the oncoming vehicle didn’t seem worried at all. She stood confidently until the last possible moment. When Kier was just ten feet away from her in the speeding Ford, she held up one arm, palm facing out. The impact on the car was like hitting a brick wall. The front end was completely smashed, and the momentum had the trunk end of the car rising off the ground until the vehicle stood straight up, balanced for a few seconds on the front bumper alone before gravity took hold and the car tipped on its side with jarring impact.
For a long second, Kier couldn’t move. Broken glass and the smell of hot metal assaulted his senses. The knowledge of imminent danger roused him to action. They were surrounded by enemies and trapped out in the open.
“Muriel, we need to move,” he croaked out, only then realizing how much his chest hurt from the impact. When he looked to Muriel, she was unconscious; her head limply rested against the broken window that was now right over the concrete of the highway.
“Give us the girl,” a man’s voice shouted from the road.
Kier growled deep in his throat. No one was taking her from him.
He tried to open his door, but at some point during the crash, it had jammed shut. He slammed his elbow into the driver’s side window, punching it until the already broken window was wide enough for him to squeeze through, though this had the unfortunate side effect of raining broken tempered glass over him and Muriel.
He looked back to Muriel and tried to think of the best way to safely lift her out of the car when the gunshots started. Three loud explosions of gunpowder echoed in the car as they tore into the windshield. Kier instinctively lunged toward Muriel to cover her body with
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