there something on my face you don’t want to see?” he asked.
I had been avoiding his gaze because I was trying not to freak him out by staring like a creep.
“No human does that around me. But you’re quite different.” He sounded disappointed. “So, you were saying?”
“Boys…they want…fun?” And wait, no human does that around him? My mind flashed another warning.
“I thought boys liked to eat.”
“Eat?” I laughed unexpectedly. “What are you talking about?”
“I killed your driver.”
He killed my driver? What was wrong with his guy? We were almost at the bus stop, and I totally didn’t get his humor.
“Excuse me?” I asked, suddenly feeling uneasy. Why was he ruining the mood with this crazy talk?
“I said I killed your driver.” His voice sounded indifferent, and he looked at his fingers rather than at me.
So much for wanting him to ask for my number.
“What? You killed my driver? You’re funny.” I leaned away from him to tell Ben to remember to turn because we were nearly at the bus stop. I pushed the automatic button that lowered the glass between us, and then I screamed.
As soon as the glass lowered, I saw Ben’s head fall onto the steering wheel, yet the car continued to drive on its own. The horn blared as Ben’s head smashed into it. The car raced past the bus stop. My heart nearly burst out of my chest. This time when I turned to look at Gideon, it wasn’t passion that I felt. It was stark fear.
I struggled to speak. “What have you done? Who are you?”
Immediately, his lovely green eyes darkened. And then he reached out for me.
I screamed for help, but there was no one around to hear.
AVALANCHE
“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of Hell, a hell of Heaven.”
John Milton
I’d heard that there’s a feeling one gets when one senses death, but I didn’t feel it.
Although I was freaking out and desperately wishing I hadn’t left the party, I still didn’t have the intense emotion that was supposed to make me fight for my life, even if for another second. I was too overcome with shock to feel anything else.
Instead, I started to wonder if they had books in Hell. I’d surely need something to pass the time there. I could order them, I thought. Surely, Hell must have a good Internet connection. Besides, what were the chances that Satan didn’t allow phones in Hell?
Maybe I would go to Heaven when I died. I figured there I’d have everything I wanted with just a wave of my hand or the blink of an eye. Wouldn’t that be great? All the pizzas I could eat.
The next thought that crossed through my mind was all the training I’d had, and for nothing. Every fight instinct I’d learned was lost in the wave of panic and shock.
As I tried making sense of what was happening, I realized that I was still screaming for my life. I didn’t understand. A few seconds earlier, I was riding with a hot guy to the bus stop, and now I was in the car with a murderer.
“What…?” I muttered, unable to string together a complete sentence.
“I told you I killed him,” he said, and the next thing I knew, he was beside Ben on the front seat. “And stop screaming. I haven’t even hurt you yet.”
Finally, my senses kicked in. I yanked on the door handle in an attempt to escape. Locked. There was no manual unlock button for me, either. My chance of survival dropped drastically with each passing second.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
“If you’re looking for Satan, you’ve found him.”
He swiftly appeared beside me, and I flinched. I had no idea how he was able to move that fast. He was more than human, that much I knew.
He took my hand. “You look scared. You want me to stop the car?” he asked and then smiled charmingly.
I swear if it weren’t for the fact that I was on the edge of doom, I might have continued to find him attractive. Instead, I wanted to shout, “What does it look like?” in answer to his question, but I was too focused on getting away from him.
“It’s really too bad,” he said, cupping my chin in his hand.
I tried to wrench myself away from him, but he held my chin rigid. Chills invaded my whole body as fear took over. I felt a deep loathing for him.
“Tell me how you feel.” He stared into my