of anything to say, so she said the only thing that came to mind. "Screw you and the horse you didn't ride in on. I was fine until you came into my life."
"You've never had a life to be fine or otherwise," he muttered before his attention went back to the road and an oncoming car.
Marilyn covered her eyes. Peeking between her fingers, she saw the two sedans pull up along the sides, sandwiching them. Both cars tried to slam into them at the same time. Screaming, she just wanted to wake up.
Seconds later the car on the left swerved to avoid a head on collision with an oncoming semi-truck. Draylon turned the steering wheel hard right, ramming the other car off the road, into a shallow ravine.
There was still one more car.
"Nope…we have more." Draylon had read her thoughts, and she turned around to see he was right.
One revved up, keeping pace with them. Barely missing the on-coming car, the driver launched over them, taking a flying, Hollywood stunt car leap and landing upside down in front of them like an Acme anvil in a Looney Tunes cartoon caper.
Draylon veered at the last minute, flooring the gas to avoid running into the upside down mangled mass of metal. The closest car tailing them hit it head on and spun out of control, doing wild donuts across the highway and into a ravine.
"Why aren't they shooting at us? They're just chasing us."
"They don't want you dead…they just want you."
"Who?"
"Moroii…vampires, Vamier's goons."
"Why?"
"Hell if I know. I'm just following orders. Unlike you."
"Orders from whom?" She glared at him. She'd had enough of this roller coaster dream and wanted off. "Pull over."
To Marilyn's shock, he did. Draylon turned the steering wheel hard left as if trying to do a NASCAR spin in the winner's circle and slammed on the brakes.
The other car rammed into them, whiplashing Marilyn towards the veneer dash. The car's airbags went off. She was amazed to still be alive, uninjured in what should have been a catastrophic accident. Damn. She'd wanted adventure in her life, but this was too extreme.
Draylon ripped off the crumpled driver's door, uninjured and unfazed. He walked up to the driver's door of the other car, which had steam and smoke billowing out from its hood. Marilyn couldn't see much through all the humid mist, but Draylon pulled the driver out by his shirt front and beat the shit out of him.
The screech of ripping metal had her screaming again. Her passenger door ripped from its crumpled hinges. Gloved hands grabbed her and pulled her out, holding her with his arm around her throat.
"I'll take her!" The man next to her ear yelled across the night at Draylon as he lowered his mouth towards her throat. Marilyn could hear the hiss of his breath so close to her ear.
Why wasn't this guy crumbling into a pile of ash like the others had? This wasn't happening. Oh God, just let me wake up, please.
"Aiden would kill you," Draylon's said as if this wasn't an odd occurrence at all. The body he'd been beating against the car dropped to the ground.
"He'll never know."
Duck, Marilyn .
She obeyed the muted echo of Draylon's calm voice in her head. Feinting into the man he fumbled with her body to hold her dead weight and lowered her.
Free of his grip, she ran to Draylon's side. Better to be with the stranger you did know than one you didn't. Burying her face against his leather jacket, she inhaled his scent, the one she couldn't describe. It was him. The fragrance relaxed her over taxed, trauma induced senses. His arm came around her protectively, and he kissed the top of her head as if to comfort a frightened child, just a simple reassuring gesture, nothing more.
"We don't have much time." He gave her a gentle nudge. Going over to the car, he ripped off the crumpled back passenger door to retrieve her luggage. "We need to leave now."
Marilyn stood there in shock at Draylon's strength. It could have been the adrenaline rush making him so strong.
"Come on. We haven't got all