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Dark Savior (Tempest)
“Marry me, Tempest.”
I swiveled my head. Marry me? What?
No shit. There it was, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. A massive rock reflected rays of sunshine through the car window, causing it to sparkle and glimmer.
I blinked. For a couple of seconds, I just looked at it and then at him. Just then, his brand-new $200,000 Mercedes drifted off the highway.
“Todd! Look out!”
He snapped his gaze away from me and reached for the steering wheel, grabbing it with both hands. The car rolled across ridges of rumble strips, sending vibrations across my backside.
“Goddamnit!” he yelled. “Where’d it go?!”
I watched him reach down between his seat and the center console, thrusting his hand hard into the dark, foreboding crevice. Swallowing, I prayed I’d imagined the last few seconds of my life. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled his hand out.
“Got it.”
Nope. It was real.
Almost as fast as the ring vanished, it reappeared in his hand, threatening me again. He might’ve had one hand on the wheel but if he wore a blindfold, I would’ve felt just about as comfortable. Now swerving the car more than ever, Todd looked at me, determined to finish what he started.
“Give me your hand.”
Stiffness radiated across my body. I froze in my seat. All movement stopped. Todd nodded at me, gesturing for me to lift my arm and extend my hand to him. The lifeless appendage hung heavy from my shoulder socket like a tube of granite.
There was no way in hell this was happening.
Oblivious to my hesitation, he began to drive the car with his knee. Reaching across the center console, Todd grabbed my hand and in a flash shoved the ring down my finger. The pressure of the move pinched my skin, amplifying my mental discomfort with a painful physical reminder. Once he’d finished, he let go of me and returned his attention to the road ahead.
I looked down at my hand. The ring was flashy, like nothing I’d ever pick for myself – not in a million years. It was heavy, not only in weight but also in expectations.
The inside of my palm started to sweat.
“It’s fucking stunning isn’t it? You never saw it coming did ya!?”
He wasn’t looking at me, at least not yet. I wasn’t sure what direction our relationship was headed -- or shit -- how much longer it might have even lasted!
So a proposal? Hell no. The idea hadn’t entered my mind.
However, the man who’d jammed the ring down my finger while never even bothering to stop the car to do it had changed, was changing, and in a way I didn’t like. He’d always been too cocky for his own good, but his behavior morphed into brashness, bordering on asshole territory at times.
“There. You see, babe? I’m telling you, all you have to do is stick with me, and I’ll take care of you. We’re going to be rich. You’ll never have to work again.”
It was the money. He’d come into it too quickly. The sudden success went to his head. However, the new car, the trips -- all of it -- they all paled in comparison to this. There was no bigger proof of his massive new ego than my irritated ring finger.
It has to be at least three carats. This is insane.
“Hey,” he spoke up, smacking gum between his teeth. “So what’s it gonna be, babe?”
I was only half listening. My mouth hung open. I could literally feel the inside of it drying up like the desert surrounding us.
“Todd, I…”
Before I could choke out another utterance, his cell phone rang.
Thank God.
“Hold that thought.” He winked at me while he raised it to his ear. “This is Todd.”
I looked away from him and out the window. Scrub brush and copper colored hills whizzed by, painting a high desert canvas of multicolored streaks across the landscape. I bit my lip, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
No one needed to take care of me.
Things had been hard since mom died, yeah. Dad wasn’t around, but that still didn’t mean I was anyone’s charity case. He should have known better than to say something like that –– ring or not.
Speaking of that, I looked down again. Marriage was supposed to be about love. In a strange way, the feel of the ring wrapped tightly around my finger gave me sudden confirmation that what I had with Todd wasn’t that – not even close.
What did I have with him?
I drew a blank.
Okay, so he wasn’t the ‘one’, but I wasn’t a bitch, either. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by turning him down flat. At the same time, I wasn’t going to be part of any charade. So while he chatted away, I racked my brain, scrambling for the right way to let him down gently. Unfortunately, he didn’t give me much time, hanging up a few seconds later.
I had to tell him I couldn’t marry him. I… I wouldn’t.
While I’d been lost in my thoughts, he’d jumped off 95 outside of Tonopah, taking 89 instead. I’d driven north once a month for more than three years now, and if there was one thing I knew, it was that this was the long way to Reno.
“Todd?”
He grunted at me, staring down the road ahead. I noticed he was checking the rearview mirror – again. He’d been doing it since we got about an hour north of Vegas. His face wrinkled with focus and concern.
“What’s wrong?”
Todd ignored me and changed the subject, his tone gruff. “What about the proposal? What’s the deal?”
I swallowed hard, sucking in oxygen. This was it. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around the ring and began to tug on it.
“I…”
No sooner did I mumble the first syllable than he punched the accelerator. The twelve-cylinder supercar took off like a missile, nearing one hundred miles an hour in no time. I snapped my head towards him. The expression on his face shifted from concern to panic.
“Shit,” he muttered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles whitened. All the while, he alternated a blinkless stare between the road streaking towards us and the vanishing remnants of it behind.
His discomfort got the better of me. I licked my lips and turned in my seat, looking out the rear window when I saw it closing on us and fast. It was an all-black Rolls Royce Phantom with windows tinted so dark there was no way I could see inside. The car accelerated with unrelenting speed, like something a modern-day Grim Reaper might drive in a sadistic, twisted fairytale.
In the midst of my hypnosis, Todd yelled at me. “Get out of the way! I can’t see!”
While he spoke, I saw an arm emerge from the passenger side of the car. It held a gun – a gun pointed directly at me. Todd grabbed hold of me and yanked me down into my seat when I heard it.
Pop, pop, pop!
The sickening sound clattered inside of my head. Instinctively, I covered my ears and leaned forward in my seat for protection, screaming at the same time.
“Oh my God!”
Then a vicious and violent bumping sound came from the back of the car.
“The tire!” Todd yelled. “That fucker shot it out!”
I sensed the back of the vehicle losing traction while Todd fought to maintain control. The Rolls slammed into us, jolting me backward on impact. Rebounding from the impact, I pressed my palms flat against the dashboard, narrowly avoiding the windshield.