seatbelt on and started the car. The last thing he remembered was staring at the white knuckles on her tiny hands as they tightly gripped the steering wheel.
* * * *
Their escape had been way too easy, and with each mile they covered, Jacqueline grew more and more paranoid waiting for their luck to run out. She couldn’t stop looking in her rearview mirror as she drove. If she wasn’t looking behind her to make sure no one was following them, she was looking behind her to check on Ben. The man had passed out as soon as his body hit the seat, and he hadn’t moved once in the hour they had been on the road. If it wasn’t for her being able to see his chest move up and down with each breath he took, she would have pulled over several times to make sure he was still alive. She didn’t like his color at all, and judging by the amount of blood on the car seat, his wounds weren’t healing like they should have been.
The fact that his wounds weren’t healing scared her the most. Jacqueline had grown up surrounded by shifters. She had seen injuries that would have killed a human healed in less than a day in shifters. If Ben wasn’t healing, then that meant something was wrong with him.
Checking the mirror one more time, Jacqueline pulled off the highway and into the back parking lot of a gas station. She pulled some cash out of her bag and ran inside. Once she found the first aid section and its pitiful selection, she grabbed every bottle of peroxide off the shelf and all the gauze and bandages they had. Luckily the clerk didn’t ask any questions. Jacqueline wasn’t sure she could have come up with any answers if he had.
Back in the car, Jacqueline climbed into the back seat and got to work cleaning Ben’s wounds. It worried her when he didn’t even flinch the whole time. Once she had him cleaned and bandaged the best she could, she climbed into the front seat and got her phone from the glove box. Thanks to her father and her hacking his files, Jacqueline had the phone number of every council member and enforcer. She scanned through her list until she got to Mitch Ericson’s number and dialed before she could talk herself out of it.
“Enforcer Ericson speaking,” the deep voice on the other line answered.
Jacqueline paused, unsure of what to say. Did she tell this man that the former Councilman Percival was her father? Was she supposed to tell him it was drugs created by her that had put them all in the situation they were in now? Ben had told her to trust this Mitch guy, but she had a feeling not even Ben would want to save her once he found out the biggest secret she had been keeping. Not even her father knew what she had done. Now that secret was affecting Ben, and he had no idea.
“Hello, who’s there?”
“Oh, umm…” Jacqueline stuttered, trying to come up with something to say. “Hi, Ben told me to call you and you would come and get us..”
“Who is this? Do you know where Ben is?”
She had to pull the phone away from her ear as Mitch shouted his questions. Jacqueline decided to ignore his first question for the moment and focus on the second one. There would be plenty of time for her to explain who she was once she and Ben were someplace safe.
“Ben is right here with me. We got away, but he’s hurt really bad. He’s unconscious in the back seat, but before he passed out, he told me to trust no one but you. He told me you would keep us safe.” She truly hoped that was true.
“Tell me where you are,” Mitch demanded. “I will come get you myself.”
Jacqueline had a feeling he was the type of guy who always got what he wanted without question. He ordered, and people followed. Normally, she would have followed his order, but for some reason, as she looked at Ben lying in the back seat, she felt very protective of him. Something she couldn’t describe, but was more powerful than her own guilt for what she’d done to him, kept her from telling Mitch where they were.
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