Donna Grant - Fire Rising

Once on the sidewalk, she didn’t slow. She was being watched. The tingle was back, but so was the fear and the anxiety. She had felt it all too frequently since running from Oban.

Sammi climbed inside her car and started it up. A check of the gas said she had a fourth of a tank. She hoped it was enough to get her to the next town, because she wasn’t going to linger in this one any longer.

She pulled out of her parking spot and drove away. As she did, she looked in the rearview mirror to find the hunky guy from the restaurant standing on the sidewalk staring after her.

“Damn!” she shouted as she slammed her hand on the steering wheel.

She was going to have to ditch P.O.S and find another car now. If the hunk was working for the Mob, they would know what she drove and could easily track her. If he wasn’t, then she was just being cautious.

Sammi was nearing the edge of the village when her car began to sputter and then just died. She pulled the car over and turned off the ignition even though the car was lifeless. With her heart pounding, she was trying to convince herself it was just a coincidence that the stolen car had finally died.

“There are no coincidences,” she said, repeating the words her mother had spoken so often when she had been alive.

Her hands shook as she put her purse over her head and looped one arm through. Behind her lay the village. The post office was on one side of her and a housing division on the other.

The only way out lay before her in the wild, open expanse of the countryside. She swallowed past the growing lump of dread in her throat. What choice did she have? She couldn’t call Jane and ask for help. The point in leaving Dreagan was to take the evil away from her half-sister.

Returning to the village also wasn’t an option. The organization after her didn’t care if they took out innocents in their effort to capture her.

Her gaze returned to the mountains around her. She could live off the land for a while and really disappear. An image of the time her mother had tried to take her camping when she had been ten came to mind, causing Sammi to smile at the catastrophe that had occurred.

Then her eyes began to tear up thinking of her mother. How she missed her. There had been an emptiness inside her ever since the day her mother’s spirit left her body.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sammi saw a Lexus SUV pull to the side of the road behind a parked car. That’s all it took for her to know she had to make a decision.

She leaned over the passenger side to look for any kind of weapon that might be tucked underneath the seat. A knock on her window had her whirling around, a scream on her lips.

The guy immediately held up his hands. “I was just going to see if you needed help pushing the car into the station. I’m a mechanic.”

Sammi rolled down the manual window a couple of inches, her heart still in her throat from her scare. “Um … I think it might have finally, officially died.”

The man laughed, and that’s when she noticed the grease on his hands and clothes. “You’d be surprised what I can bring back to life.”

He had kind blue eyes and weathered skin that probably aged him more than he actually was. Sammi glanced at the gas station and saw that there was nothing behind it. A look in her rearview mirror showed the Lexus was still parked and there were men inside it.

“Thanks. I’ll take you up on that offer,” she said.

The man looked behind him with a frown. “Is someone bothering you, miss? My brother-in-law is a constable here. Should I get him?”

“No need. Once I’m back on the road, I’ll be fine.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he walked to the rear of the car. “Put it in neutral.”

“She looks on edge,” Banan stated tightly.

Tristan nodded. “That Dark Fae is still back there. I’d like a little time with him.”

“No’ here. No’ now.” Banan ran a hand down his face. “You’ve already called the others and let them know. They’ll be on alert. I still can no’ believe one of those evil shites is this close to Dreagan. They know better.”

“He isna after us.” Tristan swung his head to look at Banan. “He’s after Sammi.”

Banan’s forehead furrowed deeply. “How did she get away from him? He had his sights set on her. I’ve seen women strip bare after just a look from a Dark One.”

“I doona care. I’m just glad she did.” Tristan had been getting out of the vehicle as soon as he saw the Dark Fae, but Banan had held him back. “We are no’ seriously going to let that Dark Fae go, are we?”

Banan let out a deep breath. “If we do, it’ll make Ulrik think we’ve no’ yet figured out his role in this.”

“There’s no doubt this is somehow connected to the Dark Fae and whoever is trying to expose us.”

“There’s no one else but Ulrik. The bullet you pulled out of Sammi proved that.”

Tristan heard the note of sadness in Banan’s voice. He didn’t know Ulrik, but he couldn’t imagine the betrayal felt by Banan and the other Kings who did know him. “I’m sorry.”

“We all knew this day would come. It would’ve been easier had Con just killed him instead of leaving him without his magic or the ability to shift.”

“We’ll put an end to this. Right now our focus needs to be on Sammi and how the Mob figure into it. Do you think they targeted her because she’s Jane’s sister?”

Banan shrugged. “I asked myself that and didna come up with an answer. I think it’s something we should keep in mind until we get more pieces to this ever-increasing puzzle.”

“Agreed.”

Tristan watched as Sammi and the mechanic stopped the car in the garage. She got out and said a few words to the man before she went into the station.

He lost sight of her behind the high shelves, but it wasn’t like she could go anywhere but back out the door she had come in.

Banan’s mobile flashed a text. “Ryder, Rhys, and Laith just arrived.”

“Good. I’m no’ liking that Lexus SUV. It hasna moved nor has anyone gotten out since it pulled over.”

“It couldna possibly be Ulrik or his men. How would they know where Sammi was?”

Tristan slammed his fist on his thigh. “How could we be so fucking stupid? She’s Jane’s sister, Banan. Where else would she go if she was in trouble?”

“Son of a bitch,” Banan said as he dropped his chin to his chest. “They led her to believe she was being followed.”

“And we assumed that’s what they were doing.”

“That assumption could get Sammi killed or taken.”

Tristan unbuckled his seat belt as he leaned forward to stare into the store. “That means they targeted her from the beginning to get to us.”

“Kellan and Denae were taken by the Dark Fae, Tristan. What do they have planned for Sammi?”

“Whatever it is, it can no’ be good.” Tristan barely got the last word out when he saw something in the field behind the gas station. “I doona believe it. Sammi is on the run!”

The shrill ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts. He set down his pen and reached for the mobile atop his desk. He brought the phone to his ear and leaned back, propping his feet on the large desk and readied his English accent. “Yes?”

“We’ve found her. She was at Dreagan just as you said she would be.”

“Good, good. Do you have her?”

“Not yet, sir. We’ve got her cornered. We should have her within the hour.”

He dropped his feet back to the ground and squeezed the phone. “Don’t muck this up, Stevens. I’ve waited a long time for Samantha Miller. Take her quietly. Those at Dreagan will know soon enough that we have her.”