Quiver

by Laura Avery

  I made a mental note to not use my credit cards anytime soon.

  This was going to be harder than I thought.

  The wind blew my hair around my face, sending an even bigger chill up and down my body. I walked for what felt like forever, my legs felt like they were a big pile of jelly.

  The second I heard the rumble of a bike pulling up behind me my heart skipped a beat. Cutter. He was back. He had come back looking for me. I didn’t even bother turning around if he thought he was just going to show up and I was going to fall over myself while I forgave him he had another thing coming.

  He had been a total jerk to me.

  I hadn’t deserved it.

  The engine died down. “Grace.”

  I kept walking, not looking back.

  “Grace, are you… are you okay?” When the figure finally caught up to me he put his hands on my shoulders and stopped my freezing body in place. “What the hell happened to you?”

  But when I looked up I wasn’t greeted with Cutter’s blue eyes.

  Instead, a pair of green ones.

  A pair of green ones I knew all too well.

  “Ace.”

  He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “I thought that was you. Grace, what the fuck are you doing out here in the middle of the night walking on the thruway wearing next to nothing? Have you gone crazy?” He turned my body around and started to guide me back to his bike.

  Ace.

  It was Ace.

  I could trust Ace. I’d been covering for him with the cops for months.

  He would help me.

  I buried my head into his chest and burst into tears. “Ace,” I sobbed. “Oh, Ace. I messed up. I messed up so bad.” The tears stung my eyes like small pins. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  He rubbed my head. “There, there, it’s okay.”

  I shook my head. “It’s not, it’s bad. So bad.”

  He smothered his hands in my hair some more, petting me like a sick puppy that he had to take care of. I hated that I was so weak and dependent on attention but I was so cold and weak.

  And as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared.

  “So bad,” I mumbled again.

  “I know,” he told me. “I know.”

  He knew?

  I pulled back from him, confused but then I felt a small prick in my neck and the next thing I knew his face was getting blurry, bobbing up and down in my vision.

  My body went limp in his arms and I could feel him dragging me toward his bike. The trees were spinning all around me, coming alive and then dying again.

  I heard him talking to someone faintly.

  “I’ve got her, boss, on my way to you now.”

  And then everything went black.

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