Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (65 page)

T
he Jeep was gone
, too. Garrett looked at the place where it had been for a long moment, before he finally remembered:
she’d said she was going to the library
.

He turned and power walked the three blocks to the small building, nodding at the woman at the front desk. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Ellie wasn’t in any of the library’s main parts. The last place he looked was a small, dark room at the back of the building.

Inside was a glowing machine, and Garrett looked at what was on it.

The Kane County Register
, dated a month after his parents’ death.

Well, she was here
, he thought, and sat down.

Five minutes later, he left the room so fast that he knocked the chair over. The woman at the front desk of the library glared as he made for the exit.

Once he was out of the library, Garrett
ran
. Panic gripped him, its cold hand slowly tightening around him, so he ran faster and faster for the address that Ellie had been looking at.

She’s fine
, he told himself.
She’s just talking to someone. There’s no reason for you to worry.

Doesn’t she keep saying that she can take care of herself, after all
?

He sprinted across a street, only a block from the address, and then he saw a low, lean, expensive-looking black car ease out of a driveway and then speed down the residential street, not even braking for the stop sign.

“ELLIE!” he shouted, running full tilt.

The car was much, much faster, and it was out of sight before Garrett even got half a block.

Maybe she wasn’t in the car
, he thought, gasping for breath.
Maybe it was just him leaving to go somewhere else —

He reached the house the car had pulled out of and threw the front door open.

On a couch in the living room, a woman sat alone, her hands folded in her lap, a giant video recorder on the coffee table in front of her.

“Ellie,” Garrett gasped.

“He took her,” the woman said. She didn’t even look up, but Garrett was gone again, running after the black car as fast as he could make himself go.

I’ll never make it
, he thought.
I don’t know where they’re going, and I’m not nearly fast enough to —

Garrett stopped short, standing in the middle of the road. A car honked, then swerved around him, but he just stood there.

Do it again
, he thought.
Whatever you did this morning, do it again.

He took a deep breath, and
tried.
He stretched his fingers and flexed his arms. He balled his hands into fists and
shouted
at the top of his lungs, roaring at the sky.

Fuck,
he thought.
It’s not working.

What if she has to be here?

He tried again.

Nothing.

If I can’t shift, something terrible is going to happen to Elli
e
,
he thought, the image of her face floating in front of him, smiling, her hair down.

Garrett held his breath, thinking of her.

He tried again.

Suddenly the ground rushed up toward him and he felt that same bizarre sensation that he’d felt that morning. He could see every pine tree on a mountain miles away. He could smell someone cooking burgers the next county over.

Garrett shook himself out of his clothes, hopped once, tested his wings, and then took off.

P
ierce held
his gun on her the whole time they drove through Obsidian. He was almost casual about it, keeping it low, acting like it was no big deal.

“Your boyfriend shift yet?” Pierce asked.

They were on the outskirts of Obsidian already, not that the tiny town had much in the way of outskirts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, stiffly.

“Really?” Pierce asked. “Have you not slept together yet?”

“
That
is none of your business,” Ellie said.

She stared out the windshield stiffly, her mind racing.

“So you
have
,” Pierce said, and chuckled.

I have to get out of here somehow
, she thought, but he was going nearly seventy miles an hour down the highway.

I’ll die if I jump,
she thought.
And he’ll shoot me if I try anything.

No one even knows where I am.

God, how dumb could I be?

“Maybe you’re just not the right woman,” he mused. “You seemed like his type, though.”

He clicked his tongue, and the sound sent a shudder of revulsion down Ellie’s spine.

“Or you
have
seen him shift, and you’re just being difficult. I think I like that last option best, actually.”

He zoomed past the driveway to the Monsons’ house, Copper Mesa glowing orange in the distance.

“I hope he’s shifted. If not, he’s gonna have trouble following us, and I’m taking you all the way to my new hospital in Blanding for nothing,” Pierce went on.

Ellie didn’t say anything, but she clenched her jaw at that.

Oh no
, thought Ellie.
Please, Garrett, don’t follow us.

Call the police or something, but don’t follow us
.

She already had a feeling it was a lost cause.

Pierce slowed the car, but then made a left turn onto a dirt road still going forty miles an hour. Ellie grabbed the door handle for stability as the tires screeched.

“Hey!” said Pierce. “Hands off the door.”

Ellie held up her hands, then put them back in her lap.

They drove on in silence, for minutes. Ellie was afraid to look anywhere except out the windshield for fear that she’d see Garrett, flying high overhead.

Then she realized where they were.

“This is Piñon Gulch road,” she said.

She looked over at Pierce, who didn’t respond.

“Where his parents died,” she said. “Why are we here?”

“It’s the fastest way into Blanding,” he said, with a shrug.

“It’s
dangerous
,” she said.

“The two of you took it yesterday, didn’t you?”

“We were going a lot slower,” she said, eyeing the speedometer.

“This baby can handle anything,” he said with a dry laugh. “This baby takes corners a lot better than that wreck of a Jeep you two have, or the ancient Ford his parents were driving.”

All of a sudden, they shot out of the scrub forest and into the broad sunlight. Pierce pressed the sleek car onward, gravel crunching under the tires as the road began to climb and the canyon dropped away to the left.

I missed my chance
, Ellie thought.
I jump out now and what, he comes back for me?

“Slow down,” she said, her stomach lurching as the car went around a curve. “
Please
. At least use both hands to drive. I swear I won’t try to escape.”

“You don’t trust me?” Pierce asked, still sounding nonchalant.

Fucking of course not
, Ellie thought.

“I’m going to throw my breakfast up in your car if you don’t,” she said, hoping that she looked green enough to be believable.

“All right, all right,” Pierce said. He clicked the safety on and put the gun in a cup holder out of her reach, on his side of the car.

“Safety first!” he said, and accelerated. “It’s not like you can get anywhere.”

Ellie shut her eyes. She started to wonder if maybe she
hadn’t
been exaggerating about puking.

“Any sign of your boyfriend?” he asked.

“No,” Ellie said, opening her eyes a crack. “Why do you want him so bad?”

Pierce looked at her in disbelief.

“He can turn into an
eagle
,” he said.

“I know,” Ellie answered.

“Can you
imagine
what someone could do with that?” he said, his voice still astonished. “You could
fly
, you could get from place to place so easily. You could spy on your enemies, you could spy on your friends, you could spy on
anyone
. Think of the places you could break into if you could
fly.
”

He pursed his lips and exhaled, looking dreamy.

“And that’s just the birds,” he went on. “If I unlocked the key to shifting? Changing from one life form into another?”

He shook his head.

“Ellie,” he said softly. “Anyone who can figure out how your boyfriend and his brothers do what they do could be a
god.
Imagine the things I could do, the
power
I could wield.”

“What do you want that you don’t have already?” she asked.

Very, very slowly, she moved her right hand to clutch the door handle. Pierce didn’t seem to notice.

“I want to turn into an eagle,” he said. “I thought I just made that clear.”

Ellie took a deep breath as Pierce accelerated, neatly dodging a large rock in the middle of the road. The move sent them within inches of the edge, and she could feel the blood draining from her face.

“So you killed his parents?” she asked.

Pierce squealed around a turn, rear tires sliding out.

“Whoops,” he said.

Ellie could feel her breakfast beginning to rebel.

Do not throw up
, she thought.
Absolutely do not.

Unless you think it’ll help somehow. Then, barf everywhere.

“That was an honest mistake,” he said. “I just wanted video evidence that she
could
shift. That idiot’s the one who took things too far.”

“Wait,” Ellie said.

They went around an inner curve, her window within inches of the rock wall, and she gasped.

“You didn’t mean to kill them?” she said, her eyes shut again.

“Not at
all
,” Pierce said. “I almost killed that idiot, but I was afraid something would come to light, so I paid him off. For a long, long time I thought I’d lost my chance. At least until Seth fell off a cliff and shifted.”

They swung around another curve, Ellie’s heart in her throat. Even though she wasn’t watching the road half the time, she could tell they were coming up on the spot where the Monsons had gone off the road.

From this side of the road, the curve didn’t look nearly as sharp as Ellie knew it was.

He’s going too fast
, she realized.
He’ll take that curve too fast, and he’ll never slow down in time
.

She had an idea.

The next curve, Ellie put a hand over her mouth and pretended to retch, her eyes going wide.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “You’ve
gotta
slow down...”

“It’ll be over sooner this way,” he said.

She did it again, this time heaving her shoulders and making the worst cat-with-a-hairball sound she could manage, though truth be told, it wasn’t much of a stretch.

“Do you have a barf bag or something?” she whispered.

Without waiting for an answer, she opened the glove compartment.

“Don’t open that,” Pierce said, annoyed. He took his eyes off the road for a split second to bat it closed, hitting her hands in the process.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, but his eyes were on the road again, so she just groaned theatrically.

“Get out of there,” he said, his teeth clenched, his knuckles white.

Ellie’s side of the car scraped the rock wall next to her, and she yelped, jumping away from the window.

“You’re going to kill us both,” she said.

“Don’t be stupid,” he said.

Ellie scrabbled through the glove compartment again, Pierce glaring at her.

“Stop,” he said.

“I am
not
going to barf all over myself,” she said. “You’ve already got me, can I have some dignity?”

She glanced through the windshield. The curve was coming up, and she felt every muscle in her body
tense
.

At last, she found something long and skinny in the glove compartment.

Hope it’s a pencil,
she thought.

Then, Pierce
laughed
and pointed one finger at the sky.

“Here he is,” he said.

Barreling toward the windshield at top speed was an eagle, fury written on every feather.

Pierce didn’t slow down. Neither did Garrett.

Pierce rounded an inner curve, then hit the short straight stretch and gunned the accelerator.

Garrett was still coming, still in his dive.

I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing but this is it,
Ellie thought, and braced herself.

She whipped the pencil out of the glove box and jammed it into Pierce’s thigh,
screaming
like a banshee.

Pierce
roared
and grabbed at her wrist, but Ellie jerked it out of his grasp, undid her seatbelt, and opened her car door.

Below, gravel and dirt zoomed by, and she heard an inhuman scream.

“SHIT!” she heard Pierce shout.

Ellie closed her eyes and jumped out of the car.

H
igh above the
Piñon Gulch road, he circled, the black car below winding in and out of the sharp curves.

Almost
, Garrett thought.
Almost there.

The car zoomed around an inside curve, then sped up, heading toward
the
hairpin turn. The one that had claimed Garrett’s parents.

Just get him to stop
, Garrett thought.
Get Pierce to stop the car and figure it out from there.

He dove.

The wind whistled through his feathers and he picked up speed, going faster and faster, almost like he was cutting through the air.

This is incredible
, he thought.

The car loomed closer and closer. Garrett could see Pierce, and then he could see Ellie, and then everything happened at once: a roar, a scream, a crunch, and he had to pull out of the dive so hard he scraped one wing against the canyon wall as everything went silent, wobbling in the air before he straightened out and saw what had happened.

Garrett felt like it was in slow motion.

On the left, a black car, tail lights bright red, careening off the road, its passenger door hanging open like a broken arm.

On the right, a small human figure with long black hair rolling toward the edge of the cliff.

He didn’t think, he just
acted
, diving again for the figure on the right. Garrett closed his talons around Ellie’s upper arm and then pulled up with all his might, his enormous wings beating at the air for everything he was worth, and for one second, he thought he was going to go over the edge with her.

Then she stopped, one leg hanging over the edge, her arm hanging limply in his talons.

Ellie’s eyes were closed, but she was on the road. She wasn’t falling.

Garrett shifted. He forgot to land first and fell three feet onto his hands and knees, knocking the wind out of himself.

“Ellie,” he gasped, crawling toward her. “
Ellie.
”

She had a pulse. She was breathing. Garrett nearly went limp with relief and knelt over her, touching her forehead with his.

Thank you
, he thought.

He didn’t know who he was thanking, but it didn’t matter.

She coughed.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“Ellie,” Garrett said.

“
Ow
,” Ellie said, her eyes going wide.

“You’re okay,” Garrett told her. “You’re fine. You made it.”

“I think my arm’s broken,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Then she gasped.

“Maybe both of them.”

Garrett touched her face gently, then stood.

“I’m gonna go get help,” he said. “I’ll be right back, I promise. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Not funny,” Ellie whispered.

* * *

W
alking
down the hallway of Blanding General Hospital, Garrett had to admit it was
nice
.

At least Boudreaux’s money bought some good things, too
, he thought.
I bet he inadvertently saved some lives.

He passed a few nurses and smiled. They both looked at the bouquet he was holding and then up at him.

“She’s running out of room in there,” one said.

“I’ll figure something out,” Garrett said.

They both laughed.

“Seriously?” Ellie said, laughing, when she saw him. “Garrett, you made your point three bouquets ago.”

He bent to kiss her cheek.

“I’ll give you flowers if I want to,” he said.

On the other side of the hospital bed, a man cleared his throat.

“Garrett, this is my family,” Ellie said, pointing with one hand, IVs still sticking out the back of it. “My mom, my dad, my brother Cody. Guys, this is my, uh...”

Ellie’s voice trailed off.

“This is Garrett,” she finished.

“Nice to meet you,” Garrett said, shaking their hands over the bed.

“We’ve heard
all
about you,” her mother said, and Ellie made a face.

“Weren’t you guys just saying you were hungry or something?” Ellie asked her parents and brother.

“I don’t think so,” her father said.

“We’ll go stretch our legs for a bit,” her mother said, standing.

She and Ellie’s father looked at each other for a moment. Then her father and brother both stood.

“Be back in a few, sweetie!” her mother said brightly, leading the two men out the door.

Garrett pulled a chair up next to Ellie and sat down.

“Any news in the last three hours?” he asked, brushing his fingers over her hair.

“They want me one more night, just to make sure the concussion is healing okay. But tomorrow, I’m out,” she said with a smile.

“It’ll be good to get home,” he said.

“Well...” Ellie said, and looked at Garrett. “I’m not supposed to make a six-hour car ride for another week or so, with these.”

She held her arms a few inches off the bed: one was in a full-length cast, and one was in a forearm cast.

“If it suits you, I know a place right outside of Blanding,” Garrett said. “Up in the mountains. It’s got a hot tub, too.”

“As long as it’s got somewhere my mom can sleep, too,” Ellie said.

“She can take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” Garrett offered.

“Sorry that’s not terribly romantic,” Ellie said.

Garrett grinned.

“She can’t watch us all the time,” Garrett said.

Ellie glanced at her casts dolefully.

“And as long as I can get my face between your thighs, we can get up to no good,” he whispered into her ear.

Ellie went
bright
red, and Garrett laughed, pulling his head back.

“By the way,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “I brought you something else.”

He held a check in front of her for $75,000.

Ellie opened her mouth, but Garrett shushed her.

“Ninety-six hours of overtime, plus expenses, plus medical, plus two weeks convalescence, and Ellie, I do not want to
hear
you protest.”

“Garrett—”

“What did I
just
say?” he teased. Then he let his face go serious. “You’re not working right now, and I know hospital bills aren’t cheap. Just take it, Ellie.”

She frowned at the check.

“I’ll take that as acceptance,” he said, then reached behind him and took a single rose from a bouquet.

“Now,” he said, handing it to her. “When can I take you to dinner?”

Ellie laughed.