Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,18

thought strengthened the steel in my spine, and I stood straight and steady when I got to my feet. I hadn’t left one controlling, dangerous monster back home just to find solace with another. I’d seen what Raúl was capable of. If I’d stayed with him, he eventually would’ve turned his strength against me. He was far stronger than Gehovany. I’d barely survived my ex’s violent, jealous rages. I wouldn’t survive a beating from Raúl.

Keeping one hand deep in my pocket to protect my money, I lifted the other to brush over my hair, checking to make sure it was still covering the bloodstain on my collar. As the blood dried, the fabric had become stiff and itchy, enflaming the sensitive skin on my neck. I’d accidentally tugged on it several times during the bus journey, when exhaustion and discomfort sapped my mind heavily enough to smother reason.

I glanced around at my fellow passengers as much as I was able in the cramped space. No one seemed to be paying me special attention as I filed off the bus along with the others, but every inch of my skin prickled with awareness.

No one’s watching me. I tried to reassure myself. I’m just tired. My skin always itched when I was tired. It was a maddening sensation on sleepless nights, but in situations like this—when exhaustion bore down on me like a leaden weight on my shoulders—it messed with my innate, animal ability to sense danger.

My fingers tightened around the cash in my pocket, and I exited the bus, stepping out into unfamiliar territory with my wits frazzled from sleep deprivation. I’d cycled through enough adrenaline dumps in the last thirty-six hours to knock me out for half a day, but I hadn’t so much as dozed off.

Someone bumped into my back, and I lurched forward. Now that I was up and moving, I felt almost drunk. Reasoning through my next action took far too long, and another person exiting the bus shoved me out of the way, harder this time. Coherent thought felt like struggling through quicksand. Even my next step forward seemed to take as much effort as running in knee-high water.

I trundled along, blindly moving away from the bus to avoid getting shoved again. I had enough sense remaining to know that people would start noticing me if I blocked the path for too long.

I have to find a pawn shop. I reminded myself of the plan I’d formulated during the long bus ride. I wasn’t familiar with Juárez’s neighborhoods, but if I could find a pawn shop in a shadier part of town, that would be a good starting point for locating someone who would be willing to help me cross the border in exchange for the money I had left from selling Raúl’s valuables.

A sudden, visceral flash of his stony face burst across my mind, and my guilt surged through my chest in a toxic wave. I bit down hard on my lower lip to stop it from quivering.

He’s alive. I didn’t kill him. If I kept repeating it in my mind, I might convince myself it was true.

I couldn’t be responsible for someone else’s death, someone who’d shown me nothing but kindness.

Not again. Never again.

Randomly, I turned a corner, forcing myself to keep moving until I stumbled upon a suitable place to resume my journey. After all the torturous months I’d survived since fleeing from my home, I was so close to my goal. So close…

A bulky, hard body shoved me from behind, but this time, the momentum didn’t stop when I edged out of the way. The man pressed his chest against my back, driving me into the brick wall hard enough to crush the air from my chest. His weight kept me pinned, and a meaty hand closed over my mouth before I managed to draw enough air to let out a scream. My eyes rolled, searching my surroundings with a sudden burst of clarity. The fog that’d dampened my senses lifted, throwing the terrifying world back into sharp focus.

My despairing groan was trapped beneath the man’s hand. When I’d mindlessly meandered away from the bus, I’d stumbled down a narrow, dank alley without realizing.

I thrashed, desperate to throw his grubby hand off my face. He clamped down harder, griding my lips against my teeth as his palm shifted slightly to cover my nose as well. I jerked against the wall, scraping my knees on the bricks. His fetid breath was hot on