Damian's Immortal (War of Gods 3) by Lizzy Ford

the ground a short distance away.
    “ Oh god, oh god, oh god,”
she said, running to him. She dropped beside him and rolled him
onto his back. “I’m so sorry!”
    To her surprise, he chuckled and then
grimaced. His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood
from his shoulder wound. He didn’t seem to be bleeding from
anywhere else, though she wasn’t sure she hadn’t damaged anything
else by running him over.
    “ You hit me,” he managed
at last. He struggled to sit up, and she helped him.
    “ I thought you were the
other guy,” she said, distraught.
    “ Where is he?”
    She pointed. He widened his eyes then
narrowed them in an attempt to focus. His opponent was flailing
again. Frantic, Yully pulled Jule to his feet and tried to balance
him.
    “ I’m good,” he said. “I
can still fight.”
    “ You’re a bloody mess!”
she snapped. She strained under the weight of his body, and they
staggered to her car.
    “ And whose fault is that?”
he challenged.
    “ I could’ve left
you!”
    “ Oh, and not run me over?
I think I like that choice better.”
    She all but fell with him into the car. The
man with the sword was beating it against the hood,, as if trying
to chop himself free. Yully shoved Jule fully into the passenger
seat of her car and ran to the driver’s side, throwing herself into
her seat. Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword
drop to his knees and slowly stand.
    She sped away, and they took off up the
driveway with the swordsman trailing. The small car fishtailed
around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw
the man in her rearview mirror.
    “ What was that thing?” she
asked, her whole body trembling.
    “ Immortal bad guy,” he
said. “Never thought I’d say this, but I think I need a
doctor.”
    “ He’ll follow us, won’t
he?”
    “ Probably.”
    “ Why aren’t you more
concerned?”
    “ Sweetheart, I’m sitting
in your car bleeding to death. I think I’m doing pretty damn good,
considering I would’ve been able to kill him if you hadn’t shot and
run me over,” he replied in irritation.
    Yully glanced at him. He looked bad. His
eyes were glazed and the car seat bloody. She squeezed the steering
wheel then reached into her coat pocket for her cell phone. The
moment she unlocked the screen to call her father, Jule’s gaze
sharpened. He snatched the phone and rolled down the window,
tossing it.
    “ That’s all I need is
your father finishing me off,” he muttered.
    She almost objected then realized it was
futile. Neither of them believed her father would let him live.
    “ What do you want me to
do?” she asked.
    “ Take us somewhere safe,
where your father won’t know where to find you.”
    She chewed on her lip, thinking hard. Her
father kept her on a tight leash; was there anywhere he wouldn’t
find her?
    “ Hello?” Jule prompted.
“Somewhere safe? A friend’s house? Preferably if the friend is a
doctor?”
    “ I don’t have any
friends,” she said.
    “ I find that hard to
believe.”
    “ Stop mocking me. I’m so
fed up with people making fun of me because I’m different,” she
said, frowning.
    “ That’s what you thought I
meant?” He chuckled and then coughed. “You’re beautiful and
courageous. I’d have thought you had tons of friends.”
    She shot him a look, suspecting he was
messing with her. He was serious. Her anger turned to
embarrassment.
    “ You’re getting weaker,”
she said, as aware of his condition as she was his warm body. The
bond between them was weakening with him.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ I think I know a
place.”
    “ Don’t take me to your
father.”
    “ I won’t. I kind of owe
you. You saved me. Well, you tried anyway.”
    He muttered in response.
    “ You’re the only one who’s
ever tried,” she added.
    “ Glad I could almost help.”
    His head dropped back against the headrest,
and she sped up. The familiar path down the coastline passed the
Cliffs of Moher and continued