Fated, A Timeless Series Novella (A Timeless Series Companion Novel) Read Online Free

longer I delayed, the more chance the Tresez would find her before I did. The beasts moved quickly, able to communicate with each other over vast distances, and I was sure the one I’d killed hadn’t been alone. If they’d spotted Gene and Alexis and had begun following them…
    I stumbled to the motorcycle, not caring for the surge of fresh blood that dripped down my leg. It was going to be a rough ride, but I had no time to lose. I needed to get to Gene and Alexis as soon as possible.
    It took much longer than I liked to get my leg over the bike seat, though at least I didn’t fall off this time. I felt my collarbone twinge as I reached for the handles, and I had to pause to fight down the sickness again. You idiot, Callon, why hadn’t you realized the Tresez was out there? Now someone else’s life was at stake, and it would be my fault for not stopping the tragedy.
    Just like with Dad.
    Growling, I cut the thought short. While I sat here moping, I was losing time I didn’t have. I couldn’t fail, not after I’d promised to protect her.
    Just hold on, Cheyenne!
    I thrust my heel down on the kick-starter, and groaned as my leg seized with cramp. The engine spluttered, and I cursed. No, I wasn’t going to be beaten by this piece of scrap metal!
    Gritting my teeth, I kicked down again, my mind reeling from the pain. Thankfully, the motorcycle seemed to get the hint. Quickly I revved it up—if it died again I knew it would never start. The rattle of the pistons were like needles into my leg, and I had to take a moment to brace myself. A good day’s rest would’ve solved everything, but I didn’t have that luxury.
    Steeling my mind, I steered back onto the road, then put my foot down.

    I was struggling to keep my eyes open as I came to the highway. Keeping the bike in a straight line whilst not going insane from the pain in my leg had been quite a challenge, but now my fatigue was catching up. I still had six hours before I’d get to Sagle, maybe longer if the weather changed again. And on top of that, I didn’t seem any better than when I’d left the dead Tresez. The wound in my leg had stopped bleeding, though it didn’t appear to have started healing. The bites on my arm, too, hadn’t improved much, either.
    Odd.
    A sharp pric kle across my collarbone made me jerk my head up. That was another thing—why was I so drowsy? I knew some Timeless, like Daniel, still needed six to eight hours’ sleep, however I’d been going fine with an hour or two since I’d transformed. What was wrong with me? Was I really that worried for Cheyenne?
    The highway rolled past, and I crouched lower, hoping to ride faster. The late afternoon sunlight weaved in and out of the brooding clouds, drifting past almost hypnotically. I tensed my bad arm, the pain forcing me awake. I couldn’t stop or sleep; I’d lose too much time.
    Something shimmered up ahead. A large puddle had swamped a dip in the road. It would be too deep to drive through. Swiftly I changed lanes, concentrating to avoid it. However, the road was more slippery than I realized, and my tires screeched. I snatched at the handlebars , trying to steer out of the skid, but the pressure on my leg was too much, and I couldn’t hold it.
    The bike shot out from under me and I crashed into the ground, rolling over and over. My back hit something solid, and I groaned, coughing and spluttering. I’d fallen into a ditch. The bike had done a one-eighty degree turn and was a few feet away. Its headlight faced me, the front wheel still spinning as the engine grumbled.
    Rain pattered against my helmet, and I blinked, hard. Cautiously I raised my good arm and checked my neck. It didn’t hurt, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Next I tested my arm movements, which didn’t seem any worse than before. Lucky.
    I pushed myself onto my hands and attempted to get up, only to shriek with pain. I couldn’t move my leg. I stared at it, wide-eyed. My femur was jutting out at an angle,