Completely Consumed (Addicted To You, Book Eight) by Lucy Covington Page B
Authors: Lucy Covington
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backwards, her buttocks hitting the car door as the truck blew past, sending a ripple of wind and exhaust outwards.
And then it was gone, and she saw the break lights come on briefly in the distance before it disappeared over the next rise.
The night was dark and quiet again.
Caelyn glanced down at her cell. Still no service, and the battery was low as well.
She started to walk away from the car, just to see if she might get any bars a little further down the road. But nothing changed.
She was stuck, not knowing who to call even if she did get service on her phone.
What was next? Sleeping by the side of the road until dawn and then hitchhiking to the next stop? Using her meager funds to get a train back to Boston, tucking her tail between her legs and returning to school the next day as if nothing had happened?
An image of Jayson, grinning, appeared in her mind as if placed there by some dark magic. She willed it away.
No. She wouldn’t go back to school after what had happened tonight.
She was going to Florida, even if it meant walking the rest of the way.
Caelyn made her way back to the car and got inside. She grabbed the keys, determination written on her face as she grit her teeth. Sticking the key in the ignition and turning, she once more prayed for help. Just let me get a few miles to the next exit, she thought. I’ll get off and find a hotel—an all-night gas station. Something.
The engine turned over, but the moment she tried to drive again, the grinding and complaining from the engine was so loud Caelyn actually wondered if the car was about to explode. She knew nothing about cars, so pretty much anything seemed possible at this point.
She turned the car off yet again and sighed deeply. It was over. She had to admit that her silly little plan had failed before it had even really started. She would wait a few hours until the sun rose, flag down a passing car and soon be headed back to Boston and all of the ugliness that came with it.
A sense of dread filled her stomach. She opened the car door and stepped out, walking hunched over to the grass of the shoulder and was violently sick.
It occurred to her that she’d rather be dead than go back.
She would never go back. Never.
A beam of light struck her eyes, and she squinted, as yet another pair of headlights climbed the rise and aimed for her. Once more, her heart started pounding as the headlights approached.
It wasn’t a truck this time, but an SUV, heading her way at an alarming speed.
For some reason, this time she actually wanted the car to stop. Well, that wasn’t quite true. She wanted it to stop, but she was also terribly frightened. Maybe she would luck out and it would be a nice older couple inside. Someone visibly safe and nonthreatening.
Or perhaps this SUV would pass by without a second glance, much the same way the trucker had gone by not long ago.
At first, it seemed that that was exactly what was about to happen. But then, surprisingly, just a yard or two beyond her car, the black SUV slowed down, break lights flashing and staying on. And then it pulled off the shoulder and stopped.
Caelyn walked forward a few steps. She was far enough away to make a run for it if need be. She wasn’t sure how far she would get, but she’d try. She took out her non-working cell phone and pretended to be in the midst of making a call.
The front door of the car opened and then he stepped out.
Her stomach flipped and dropped, as the stranger stepped directly into the light from her car’s headlights. The headlights illuminated him, briefly outlining a man who was probably around her age, perhaps a year or two older—standing a little over six feet tall, wearing dark track pants and a black t-shirt. His face was like one of those teen idols from the vampire films that all the girls loved. Dark, strong features, dark hair tousled exactly the right way.
“Car trouble?” he asked, still at a distance. His voice was strong, confident and
And then it was gone, and she saw the break lights come on briefly in the distance before it disappeared over the next rise.
The night was dark and quiet again.
Caelyn glanced down at her cell. Still no service, and the battery was low as well.
She started to walk away from the car, just to see if she might get any bars a little further down the road. But nothing changed.
She was stuck, not knowing who to call even if she did get service on her phone.
What was next? Sleeping by the side of the road until dawn and then hitchhiking to the next stop? Using her meager funds to get a train back to Boston, tucking her tail between her legs and returning to school the next day as if nothing had happened?
An image of Jayson, grinning, appeared in her mind as if placed there by some dark magic. She willed it away.
No. She wouldn’t go back to school after what had happened tonight.
She was going to Florida, even if it meant walking the rest of the way.
Caelyn made her way back to the car and got inside. She grabbed the keys, determination written on her face as she grit her teeth. Sticking the key in the ignition and turning, she once more prayed for help. Just let me get a few miles to the next exit, she thought. I’ll get off and find a hotel—an all-night gas station. Something.
The engine turned over, but the moment she tried to drive again, the grinding and complaining from the engine was so loud Caelyn actually wondered if the car was about to explode. She knew nothing about cars, so pretty much anything seemed possible at this point.
She turned the car off yet again and sighed deeply. It was over. She had to admit that her silly little plan had failed before it had even really started. She would wait a few hours until the sun rose, flag down a passing car and soon be headed back to Boston and all of the ugliness that came with it.
A sense of dread filled her stomach. She opened the car door and stepped out, walking hunched over to the grass of the shoulder and was violently sick.
It occurred to her that she’d rather be dead than go back.
She would never go back. Never.
A beam of light struck her eyes, and she squinted, as yet another pair of headlights climbed the rise and aimed for her. Once more, her heart started pounding as the headlights approached.
It wasn’t a truck this time, but an SUV, heading her way at an alarming speed.
For some reason, this time she actually wanted the car to stop. Well, that wasn’t quite true. She wanted it to stop, but she was also terribly frightened. Maybe she would luck out and it would be a nice older couple inside. Someone visibly safe and nonthreatening.
Or perhaps this SUV would pass by without a second glance, much the same way the trucker had gone by not long ago.
At first, it seemed that that was exactly what was about to happen. But then, surprisingly, just a yard or two beyond her car, the black SUV slowed down, break lights flashing and staying on. And then it pulled off the shoulder and stopped.
Caelyn walked forward a few steps. She was far enough away to make a run for it if need be. She wasn’t sure how far she would get, but she’d try. She took out her non-working cell phone and pretended to be in the midst of making a call.
The front door of the car opened and then he stepped out.
Her stomach flipped and dropped, as the stranger stepped directly into the light from her car’s headlights. The headlights illuminated him, briefly outlining a man who was probably around her age, perhaps a year or two older—standing a little over six feet tall, wearing dark track pants and a black t-shirt. His face was like one of those teen idols from the vampire films that all the girls loved. Dark, strong features, dark hair tousled exactly the right way.
“Car trouble?” he asked, still at a distance. His voice was strong, confident and
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