But there was nothing I could do about it now except strap my seatbelt on, watch the town slip farther and farther away, and keep my fingers crossed that everything would turn out alright.
I tapped my fingers anxiously on my knee. In the confined space of the car, the electricity hummed powerfully. Between that, the heater blaring, and my jittery nerves, I was starting to sweat. “So where exactly are we going?” I asked.
“Where going to two places, actually,” Alex told me, down shifting the car. “But the first stop is just so I can pick something up.”
I wiped my sweaty palm on my jeans. “So what’s the second stop?”
He flashed me a devious smile. “That one’s a secret.”
A secret. Secrets were rarely good. And since it was Alex…let’s just say I wasn’t feeling too optimistic here, especially since he was being nice. Well nice for him, anyway. It made me even edgier than I’d already been, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had some kind of hidden agenda for bringing me out here.
A lumped formed in my throat as I mentally cursed myself for coming with him.
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Is something wrong? You look scared.”
“What?” I shook my head. “No. I’m not scared.”
“Really? Because you sure look like you are.”
I fiddled with the zipper on my messenger bag, deliberating what to say. The truth. Sure, why not. It couldn’t make the situation any worse, could it? “Well, I guess maybe I’m a little scared.”
He slowed down the car and made a right turn off of the main highway and onto a snow packed back road that laced over the foot hills. These kinds of roads were the kind that the snow plows only plowed a few miles up, which meant we probably wouldn’t be able to make it that far up it. Or at least the car wouldn’t be able to. On foot, well, that was a different story.
I gulped at that frightening thought.
“So why are you scared?” Alex asked.
I shrugged, trying not to get freaked out by the sight of the trees trimming the sides of the road. Or by thinking about what might be hiding in them. “Because…well, I really don’t know anything about you other than you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” he told me, and oddly enough, he sounded like he was telling the truth. “I’m just moody. It’s nothing personal.”
Moody. Understatement of the year. I tore my gaze away from the trees and looked at him. He was staring ahead, eyes focus on the road. As much as I hated to admit it, the guy was gorgeous. Bright green eyes, dark hair, perfect lips. He wasn’t too thin, nor too big and bulky. He was a happy medium—lean and nice.
Very nice.
A crooked smile crept up on his face as he turned his head toward me. “You’re staring.”
I whipped my head back toward the window, feeling like a total idiot. “No, I wasn’t.”
He laughed but said nothing.
A few minutes later, he was parking the car in front of an old log cabin. A crooked gray stone chimney topped the roof, and a partly collapsed deck wrapped around the bottom. The windows were boarded up, and the entire yard was buried in at least five feet of snow except for a recently shoveled walkway.
He pulled the emergency brake and left the engine running. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He got out of the car, sinking ankle deep in snow as he trampled up to the front door of the cabin and entered without knocking.
My nerves were bouncing as I sat in the car alone. There were trees all over the place. What if they were out there, watching me, waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and kill me? We were so far away from civilization, if something did happen, I was doomed. I bet I couldn’t even get a signal on my cell phone. I checked the screen of my phone. Yep, no bars.
I tapped my fingers on my knee as I counted backwards from one-hundred, trying to stay calm. Breathe, I told myself. Just breathe.
Thankfully, Alex came out of the cabin before I’d gotten too worked up. Light, fluffy snowflakes had started to float down from the sky and frost now laced the car windows.
“What were you doing in there?” I asked as he climbed back inside the car.
He rubbed his hands together, warming them up. “Nothing important.” He flipped the windshield wipers on. “I just needed to check on something.”
“I thought you said you needed to pick something up?”
He shrugged, shifted into reverse, and backed out onto the road, the car’s tires spinning in protest.
The snowflakes became thicker and fell more rapidly against the window the farther up the mountain we drove. The windshield wipers were working overtime so Alex could see. Just as I was starting to worry that the car was going to get stuck, we came to a stop in the middle of the road. I assumed he was turning around since the only things around were mountains, snow, and trees. But instead, he killed the engine.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“We’re here.” He gestured at the scenery outside. “This is it.”
I frowned. “Where are we?”
“The mountains.”
I gave him a duh look. “I know that, but why are we here?” Out in the middle of nowhere, I thought but didn’t say aloud.
“Because this is the place I wanted take you.” It seemed like he was trying to tiptoe around the details of why he’d driven me clear in the heck out into the middle of the mountains.
I grew more uneasy. “You wanted to take me to the middle of the mountains”
“Yeah,” he opened the car door, “but you have to get out of the car and walk a little in order to get to the exact spot I want you to see.”
Get. Out. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Woods. Was he crazy? “Yeah, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
He shot me a quizzical look. “What exactly is it you’re afraid of here?”
Hmmm…What was I afraid of? How about the trees and the image of me running for my life through them. However, there was no way I could explain that one to him. “I don’t know…I really just don’t feel like walking around in the snow. That’s all.”
“Don’t worry, I promise it’ll be worth it.” He smiled, this beautiful, hypnotic smile—the same smile that had lured me to follow him out of the library and into his car. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was getting out of the car. But when the cold air hit my face, it knocked me back to reality. You’re out in the mountains. Don’t be stupid. Get back in the car. I shivered, debating if I should do just that.
Alex took off toward a narrow path, caped over by leafless trees, and motioned for me to follow. I gulped, my hands shaking—from the cold or from my nerves, I couldn’t tell you—and tromped through the snow after him.
The great thing about wearing sneakers while you’re hiking through the snow is…nothing. Absolutely nothing. Unless you think your feet getting wet and frozen is a great thing.
On a more positive note, though, it had stopped snowing.
But the air was still cold, and I was shivering so badly my limbs were aching. “How far is it exactly?”
“Not too much further,” he answered. “Why? Are you cold already?”
“No,” I lied, trying my best not to let my body noticeably shake. “I was just wondering.”
“Okay. Whatever you say,” he said, unconvinced.
“Really, I’m not.” I repeated, feeling the need to defend myself.
He didn’t say anything, but by the way his body was shaking, I was pretty sure he was laughing at me.
Rounding a corner, we came across a large branch of a tree, dangling low to the ground. It blocked out the entire path. Great. Going over it would take a climbing ability I so did not possess. And going around it meant wading through at least a few feet of snow. My jeans would get soaked.
I took it as a sign that we should head back. “Umm…maybe we should…” I started, but Alex was already lifting the branch over his head like it weighed nothing. The thing had to weigh a ton, though—it was gigantic.
“Go ahead.” Alex gestured with his free hand for me to go underneath the branch. “Ladies first.”
Part of me wondered, as I ducked beneath it, if he’d drop it on me. I know the thought was ridiculous, but hey, after everything that had happened, could you really blame me.
Although he didn’t drop it on me, my hair did get tangled around it somehow. I struggled to get my hair loose, but my fingers were too cold and numb and wouldn’t work properly. Plus, my neck was tipped back in this awkward position that made things even more difficult.
“Hold on,” Alex said. I could feel him moving around and then my hair being gently pulled on. He was standing so close to me and touching my hair; it made my head buzz like a beehive full of bees.
“There,” he said, and my head was freed from the uncomfortable position it had been stuck in.
I’d been holding my breath the whole time, and I let it out, a white puff of smoke rising in front of my face. I quickly scooted out of the way so Alex could slip underneath the branch and let it go.
He dusted the snow off of his hands while I smoothed my now damp hair back into place. Well, as much in place as it had been to begin with.
Alex watched me, seeming amused. “You good?”
I zipped up my coat and tucked my hands in the pockets. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Alright then.” He brushed past me and headed down the trail again.
With every step I took, my heart beat fiercer. We were distancing ourselves farther and farther from the car, and the trees were becoming denser. For all I knew, any spot could have been “the spot.” The spot where I kept dying over and over again in my nightmares. It was hard to tell, though, because a forest was a forest. Everything looked the same. And in my nightmares, my death took place during the night, when the sky was black and the ground was a giant shadow.
I’d never been in a forest in real-life before. At least not that I could remember. I was quickly learning that, despite the stillness the air held, there was a lot of chaos. Yeah, I know, the two are a huge contradiction. What I meant by it was, even though everything seemed calm, I could almost feel the things hiding out in the bushes and trees that surrounded us. Things that I wasn’t sure I really wanted to see.
Every time the wind blew, I swear it was whispering danger. The branches of the trees canopied above me, making it seem darker than it truly was. And then there was Alex. Amazingly, he’d been fairly quiet. Too quiet if you ask me. Maybe he was being that way because of the electricity firing between us. I couldn’t be certain how much of an affect it was having on him, but personally, I felt fully awake and alive because of it. Every single one of my senses felt sharp. My skin was tingling from head to toe, which helped fade-out some of the cold, so hey, I guess that was a plus.
As I was plucking a piece of a dead pine needle out of my hair, I heard a branch snap from behind me. I skidded to a halt and spun around, my gaze skimming through trees. But I couldn’t see anything but branches and snow. I was about to turn back around when a huge gust of wind whipped through the air. I heard another snap, this time much, much closer. Okay. Okay. It is just an animal…a deer or something.
