Page 64 of Cryptic Dreams
Zephyr rights herself and searches my eyes again. “You just focus on the road and losing these assholes, but are you able to fire the gun while driving?”
“Yes… ”
“Ok, but only as a last resort. I can cover us but I’ll probably make a mess of things, so you need to be ready to move when I say.”
I very literally have no idea what’s happening. But I just nod, then scowl. “What do you mean,cover us? This isn’t a battle, we do not needcover. We simply need to lose these wankers and make our way—”
A bullet shatters the back windshield a half a second before I shove Zephyr back down into my lap, Excalibur all kinds of confused and happy. My mate moves quickly, slides back to her seat and grabs two of the guns from the dash, checks them again then sits up a bit.
I can feel her staring at me, feel a dozen different emotions roll through her and when I chance a look, I find Zephyr still staring at my face while she removes her gloves.
“Orion never told you how we lost our parents?”
I shake my head and quickly shift in front of a semi.
My mate grins, a touch evil and a lot beautiful. “My father led a Purist militia during the Species War. Our parents were active players in the equality movement and developing plans to overthrow the Counsel. They were all executed for treason when Hans raided a meeting over sixty years ago. They were Uprising supporters and martyred themselves for the cause.”
Before I can even processthatinformation overload, Zephyr is cupping my cheeks and kissing my lips.
Oh my god, and it isglorious.
A sweet kiss at first, with slight pressure and featherlight caresses but when a primitive growl involuntarily bubbles from my chest, Zephyr digs her fingers into my flesh, slants her mouth over mine and deepens the kiss.
And I see fucking stars.
It is brief, doesn’t last nearly as long as I’d have liked, but my god, the kiss initiated by my mate during a high speed shootout has got to be my favorite moment of my entire life thus far.
I blink and check the road as Zephyr pulls back slightly, meeting my eyes before she presses one more sweet kiss to my lips. “Just in case.”
“Just in case?” I frown as she moves to her seat once again. “Just in case... what in the bloody fucking hellhounds are you doing?!” I bellow as she pushes out the broken remnants of the window and proceeds to hang out the goddamn passenger door. “Zephyr!”
“Eyes on the road!” she yells back, right hand gripping the headrest, arse on the door and her left arm extended with a blasted gun aimed directly at the sedan full of hitmen behind us. “I’ve got us covered, you keep us safe.”
I move to reach for her, attempt to yank my mate back through the window, but don’t get the chance as another two bullets come screaming through the open back window and tear directly into my arm.
“Fuck!” I bark and cut across two lanes of traffic.Bloody hell, that smarts.
Zephyr’s head whips in my direction briefly, her anger so strong I can see it manifesting around her before she turns back to the car and opens fucking fire.
My mate, my sweet, quiet, insecurelibrarianmate, is hanging out a fucking moving vehicle going nearly one hundred miles an hour and shooting at a car on the goddamn expressway. And I must be more fucked up than I originally thought, because not only does it make me fall more in love with her, I’m violently aroused as well.
“They’re gaining on us!”
My eyes snap to the rearview only to confirm she’s right, so I start to zig zag through the line of semi’s we seemed to encounter, then catch sight of a second car to my left.
“Goddammit! Zephyr, love, not that I’m a fan of relying solely on you for this sort of thing since we’ve got it arse backwards, but we’ve got more company.”
She pokes her pretty head back in the car, looks out my window then the windshield. “Go up through the middle.”
Ah.
Yes, I do believe my mate is brilliant. Truly fucking brilliant.
I gun it up through two semis, cut across and go up between two more, forcing the cars to separate and move to either side in order to try to cut us off. Zephyr resumes her position and waits, her breathing even, eyes laser focused and when the car to our right comes into view, I match its speed.
My mate flashes me a smile. “I don’t mind the mind reading right now.”
I grin back and nod, then hold my fucking breath as Zephyr grabs the second gun, twists her body and lines up her shots. The first hits the driver in the shoulder and causes the car to veer hard right, but his overcompensation to realign is his undoing. He takes his eyes off the road long enough to fire at my mate, but misses thank fuck, and floors it, giving my gentle breeze her opening.
