Graham's Resolution - Book 6
It's coming...I promise. Here is a snippet.
Life, it was a precarious thing. Snuff out one breath long enough and your days were ruined forevermore. Her goal, was to keep breathing.
Paige knew this. Had seen that breath held too long. With her own eyes, she’d witnessed the silent pause happen too often.
Her mother was the first, but she’d left her before the collapse. That’s when, her brother, Lincoln had taken her over. Or, he’d tried to. And every single thought of him over the years broke her heart all over again, but not only did she miss him like hell…she hated him too for leaving her alone. Her last glimpse of him, she remembered picking up the abandoned child and walking away with a cut of her eyes. He’d made her leave and he’d even sent Enzo with her, though she turned Enzo back to him in the end. She didn’t want to leave Lincoln totally alone. Her lasting regret was the dark edge in her eye. That was something she could never take back and now she was alone.
Get up, now!
Well, she wasn’t totally alone. There was always her captors. They were nothing but resilient that way. And they were coming for her now. She could hear them. Their pounding footsteps slamming against the pavement. Fuckers. She didn’t have to open her eyes…she knew. They were always chasing her, no matter how many times she’d gotten away.
She did her damnedest to keep that fate from Cheryl, but she’d failed there as well and here she was now laying in the middle of a smoke-filled forest road, with raging fires coming from either side. And those jackasses were still on her ass. She was so tired of running.
She rolled to her side and realized the palms of her hands were skinned and scorched, her knees bloodied, damaged just like the rest of her, and she was pretty sure her arm was broken again but that was nothing new. She’d sustained multiple fractures, lacerations and other injuries over the past couple years. Mostly at the hands of guys wearing dresses.
But there was something about the cold sear of burns that were the worst. That stinging pain came from within. It was the one kind of pain she couldn’t help but scream out from mid center of her chest no matter how hard she tried to remain silent.
Fire…made her scream. She didn’t know that about herself before. She’d learned. It made her arms tremble like now. She opened her eyelids because those inner warnings were not going to stop and although she heard someone approaching, she couldn’t help but see the involuntary flutter of her hands first. Marveled at how, without intent, her open palms vibrated like butterfly wings in front of her face…only a large part of the skin of one palm hung down from her wrist. She wasn’t sure where the skin from the other one got off to.
Her line of sight traveled passed that wonder because there was something curious about the man standing over her.
He was wearing pants.
Though her voice was as raw as her hands, she used it to say, “My name is Paige Asher...please help me.”