Gemma
One of the cars rushed up to Theo’s and bumped the back.
Gemma bit her bottom lip and said, “I’m so sorry.”
“No worries,” he told her. “I haven’t had this much fun in a very long time.”
He shifted gears, and the car jerked forward at high speed. At first, it seemed as though they were going to lose the cars following close behind them. However, soon, their lights lit up Theo’s rearview mirror. They had caught up.
Theo cut off three cars in the right lane and then ducked behind a semi so he could take an exit onto the highway. Somehow, the four cars were still hot on their tail. If one of them clipped the end of Theo’s car, he would lose total control.
Gemma’s heart was thumping. She was trying to use her breathing exercises, so she didn’t hyperventilate. Fighting she could do. Riding in a car going a hundred miles an hour down a busy highway with cars trailing behind them was an entirely different story.
“The wolves must have known exactly where I was in order to find us. I should never have reached out to you. I put you in danger. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me,” she said.
Theo didn’t answer because he was concentrating on his driving. He cut off a semi to get into the right lane and sped forward. Then, he cut to the left lane, falling behind another car. He managed to get back into the far left lane, where he had more of a clear area to move.
“I’m glad you did come to me for help,” Theo said. “At least I have some purpose to my life now.”
Then, he slammed on the brakes as one of the wolf shifters’ cars came up alongside him and tried to side-swipe his car. Their chaser swerved right in front of them. Theo stomped on the accelerator, hitting the rear bumper to send them spinning. A loud crash let Theo and Gemma know that at least one of the cars had been stopped, but at what cost?
“I always wanted to try that,” he said. “I’ve seen it in movies, but I never had the chance to do it before.”
“You’re four hundred years old, and you’ve never done that?” she asked skeptically.
“Cars have only been around for the last hundred years or so. I’ve been preoccupied,” he answered.
About then, another of the shifters’ cars came up behind them. It looked as though this one was going to try the same trick Theo had just done. Just as they edged behind him, Theo gassed the car again and squeezed between two cars to the right and then back to the far right lane.
Horns were honking, and Gemma was pretty sure she could hear all the drivers cursing at them and their pursuers as they raced down the highway.
“I hate to spoil your fun, Theo, but I really think we need to get off this highway. You’re a terrific driver, but I’m not so sure about my wolf shifter pack members. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt,” she said.
“Well, I’m happy to have the opportunity to find out exactly what this girl can do. She manages very well at a hundred and twenty miles an hour while weaving in and out of traffic, but I do think you are right,” he told her.
“Is there someplace where we can go and not be around a lot of people?” she asked.
“I know just the place,” he said. “Hold on to your head, Fred.”
Jerking the wheel hard, he managed to cut off about six cars and dive in between two more to get to the next exit.
Gemma was positive they were on two wheels as they rounded the curve. She started muttering a safety prayer that her mother had taught her a long time ago.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you have faith in my driving?” he asked.
“Oh, I have faith,” she said. “I have a lot of faith. However, there is never any harm in enlisting a little divine intervention.”
“True dat,” he said.
“True dat?” she questioned.
“I watch television too,” he informed her.
Two of the wolf shifter cars had caught up.
Theo made a sharp right turn, and again, Gemma was positive two wheels came off the ground.
“Is this one of those commercials when we get to our location, and the goldfish bowl and the goldfish are still perfectly safe on the roof,” she asked.
